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