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