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