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