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