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