No ugliness in a loved child.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Once you preach, the point is gone.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
It rains: the earth wet.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
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.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
From the origins nothing exists.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Watch your own steps!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?