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