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