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