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