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