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