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