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