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