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