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