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