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