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