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