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