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