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