Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
It rains: the earth wet.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
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.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
No ugliness in a loved child.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
From the origins nothing exists.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Watch your own steps!
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
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
Zen master Bon Hae - 2015 March - Hungary
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2015 Spring and Summer events on Hungary
YMJJ Budapest - 2014 july
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