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