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