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