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