Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
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?
No ugliness in a loved child.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Watch your own steps!
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
From the origins nothing exists.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
It rains: the earth wet.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.