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