No ugliness in a loved child.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
No good thought, no evil thought.
It rains: the earth wet.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
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.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Watch your own steps!
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
The Zen Teaching of Huang-Po: On the Transmission of Mind
From Szeged Zen Center 2
From Szeged Zen Center 1
Zen master Bon Hae - 2015 March - Hungary
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YMJJ Budapest - 2014 july
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