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