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