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