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