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