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