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