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