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