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