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