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