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