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