However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
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.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Spring comes: grass grows.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
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.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
It rains: the earth wet.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
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?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
From the origins nothing exists.