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