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