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