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