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