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