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