Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Watch your own steps!
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
It rains: the earth wet.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
No ugliness in a loved child.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
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.
From the origins nothing exists.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.