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