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

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

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

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

No good thought, no evil thought.

It rains: the earth wet.

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

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

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Once you preach, the point is gone.

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

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

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

Spring comes: grass grows.

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

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

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

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

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

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

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

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

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

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.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

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

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

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

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

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

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Watch your own steps!

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

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

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.

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

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

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

From the origins nothing exists.

No ugliness in a loved child.