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