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