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