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