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