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