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