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