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