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