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