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