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