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