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