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