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