Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
It rains: the earth wet.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
No ugliness in a loved child.
From the origins nothing exists.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Watch your own steps!
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
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 . . .
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Every Thursday 06 pm.
Every Saturday 05 pm.