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