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