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