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