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