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