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