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