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