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