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