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