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