Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
No ugliness in a loved child.
From the origins nothing exists.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
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.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Watch your own steps!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
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.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
It rains: the earth wet.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
The Zen Teaching of Huang-Po: On the Transmission of Mind
From Szeged Zen Center 2
From Szeged Zen Center 1
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