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