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