One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

It rains: the earth wet.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

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.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

Watch your own steps!

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Ordinary mind is the Way.

No ugliness in a loved child.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

No good thought, no evil thought.

Spring comes: grass grows.

From the origins nothing exists.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?