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