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