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