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