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