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