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