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