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