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