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