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