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