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