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