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