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