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