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