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