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