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