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