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