Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
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.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
From the origins nothing exists.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Watch your own steps!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
It rains: the earth wet.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
No ugliness in a loved child.