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