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