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