What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Fire is hot; water, cold.
No ugliness in a loved child.
From the origins nothing exists.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Watch your own steps!
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
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.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.