He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
It rains: the earth wet.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Spring comes: grass grows.
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.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Watch your own steps!
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
From the origins nothing exists.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
The Zen Teaching of Huang-Po: On the Transmission of Mind
From Szeged Zen Center 2
From Szeged Zen Center 1
Zen master Bon Hae - 2015 March - Hungary
Zen master Bon Hae and Jo Potter JDPSN - 2015 March - Among Hungarian community
2015 Spring and Summer events on Hungary
YMJJ Budapest - 2014 july
YMJJ Budapest - 2014 july - Antal Dobosy and Won Do Sunim