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