Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
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.
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.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
It rains: the earth wet.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
From the origins nothing exists.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
No ugliness in a loved child.
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?
No good thought, no evil thought.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Watch your own steps!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.