Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
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.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
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?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
From the origins nothing exists.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Watch your own steps!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
It rains: the earth wet.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
The Zen Teaching of Huang-Po: On the Transmission of Mind
From Szeged Zen Center 2
From Szeged Zen Center 1
Zen master Bon Hae - 2015 March - Hungary
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YMJJ Budapest - 2014 july
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