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