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