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