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