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