Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Spring comes: grass grows.
No ugliness in a loved child.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
It rains: the earth wet.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Watch your own steps!
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
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.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
From the origins nothing exists.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
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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