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