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