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