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