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