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