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