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