One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
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.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Watch your own steps!
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
From the origins nothing exists.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?