However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch your own steps!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
From the origins nothing exists.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Spring comes: grass grows.
No ugliness in a loved child.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
It rains: the earth wet.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
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.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.