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