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