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