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