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