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