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