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