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