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