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