One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
No ugliness in a loved child.
It rains: the earth wet.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
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.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Watch your own steps!
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
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!
No good thought, no evil thought.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
From the origins nothing exists.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
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.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
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.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.