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