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