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