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