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