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