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