No ugliness in a loved child.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Watch your own steps!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
It rains: the earth wet.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
No good thought, no evil thought.
From the origins nothing exists.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?