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