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