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