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