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