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