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