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