Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Watch your own steps!
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
From the origins nothing exists.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
No good thought, no evil thought.
It rains: the earth wet.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
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.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
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 Zen Teaching of Huang-Po: On the Transmission of Mind
From Szeged Zen Center 2
From Szeged Zen Center 1
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