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