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