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