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