One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
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 . . .
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Watch your own steps!
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
From the origins nothing exists.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
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.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
It rains: the earth wet.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
No ugliness in a loved child.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
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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YMJJ Budapest - 2014 july
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