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