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