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