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