Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
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.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Watch your own steps!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
It rains: the earth wet.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Spring comes: grass grows.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
No ugliness in a loved child.
From the origins nothing exists.
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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