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