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