Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
It rains: the earth wet.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Watch your own steps!
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
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.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
From the origins nothing exists.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Every Thursday 06 pm.
Every Saturday 05 pm.