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