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