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