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