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