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