Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Ordinary mind is the Way.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch your own steps!
No ugliness in a loved child.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
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.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
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.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
From the origins nothing exists.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
It rains: the earth wet.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
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
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2015 Spring and Summer events on Hungary
YMJJ Budapest - 2014 july
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