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