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