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