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