What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

No ugliness in a loved child.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

No good thought, no evil thought.

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Spring comes: grass grows.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

From the origins nothing exists.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Watch your own steps!

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.

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

It rains: the earth wet.

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

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.

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Once you preach, the point is gone.