No ugliness in a loved child.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
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.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Watch your own steps!
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Spring comes: grass grows.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
From the origins nothing exists.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.