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