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