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