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