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