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