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