Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
From the origins nothing exists.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
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.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
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.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
It rains: the earth wet.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Watch your own steps!
Once you preach, the point is gone.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Every Thursday 06 pm.
Every Saturday 05 pm.