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