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