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