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