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