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