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