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