One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
From the origins nothing exists.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
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 . . .
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
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.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Watch your own steps!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
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.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
No ugliness in a loved child.