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