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