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