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