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