One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
From the origins nothing exists.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Spring comes: grass grows.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
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.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Watch your own steps!
No ugliness in a loved child.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
It rains: the earth wet.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?