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