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