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