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