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