Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Spring comes: grass grows.
It rains: the earth wet.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
From the origins nothing exists.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Watch your own steps!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
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.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
No good thought, no evil thought.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Every Thursday 06 pm.
Every Saturday 05 pm.