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