Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Watch your own steps!
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
From the origins nothing exists.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
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.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
It rains: the earth wet.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
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 . . .
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
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.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
The Zen Teaching of Huang-Po: On the Transmission of Mind
From Szeged Zen Center 2
From Szeged Zen Center 1
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