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