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