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