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