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