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