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