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