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