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