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