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