Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
From the origins nothing exists.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
No ugliness in a loved child.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
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?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
It rains: the earth wet.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
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.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
No good thought, no evil thought.
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