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