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