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