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