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