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