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