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