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