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