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