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