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