Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
From the origins nothing exists.
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.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
It rains: the earth wet.
Spring comes: grass grows.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Watch your own steps!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
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.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Every Saturday 05 pm.