No ugliness in a loved child.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
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.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Watch your own steps!
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Spring comes: grass grows.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
From the origins nothing exists.
It rains: the earth wet.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.