Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Watch your own steps!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
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.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
It rains: the earth wet.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
From the origins nothing exists.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
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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YMJJ Budapest - 2014 july
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