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