Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
It rains: the earth wet.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
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.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Watch your own steps!
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
No good thought, no evil thought.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Spring comes: grass grows.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
From the origins nothing exists.