Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
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 . . .
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
From the origins nothing exists.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Spring comes: grass grows.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Watch your own steps!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
It rains: the earth wet.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Every Thursday 06 pm.
Every Saturday 05 pm.