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