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