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