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