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