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