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