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