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