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