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