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