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