No ugliness in a loved child.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
From the origins nothing exists.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Spring comes: grass grows.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch your own steps!
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
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?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
It rains: the earth wet.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
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?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The Zen Teaching of Huang-Po: On the Transmission of Mind
From Szeged Zen Center 2
From Szeged Zen Center 1
Zen master Bon Hae - 2015 March - Hungary
Zen master Bon Hae and Jo Potter JDPSN - 2015 March - Among Hungarian community
2015 Spring and Summer events on Hungary
YMJJ Budapest - 2014 july
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