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