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