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