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