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