However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
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.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Watch your own steps!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
It rains: the earth wet.
From the origins nothing exists.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Fire is hot; water, cold.