However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
From the origins nothing exists.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
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.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
It rains: the earth wet.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
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.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Watch your own steps!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!