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