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