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