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