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