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