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