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