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