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