Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Watch your own steps!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
From the origins nothing exists.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
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.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
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.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
No ugliness in a loved child.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
It rains: the earth wet.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Every Thursday 06 pm.
Every Saturday 05 pm.