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