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