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