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