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