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