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