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