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