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