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