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