Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Spring comes: grass grows.

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Ordinary mind is the Way.

It rains: the earth wet.

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

No good thought, no evil thought.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

No ugliness in a loved child.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

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.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

From the origins nothing exists.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?