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