Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
It rains: the earth wet.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Watch your own steps!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
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.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
From the origins nothing exists.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Every Thursday 06 pm.
Every Saturday 05 pm.