Ordinary mind is the Way.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
From the origins nothing exists.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
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.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Spring comes: grass grows.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
No ugliness in a loved child.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
It rains: the earth wet.
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.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Alma Potter Ji Do Poep Sa Nim is the guiding teacher for the Kwan Um Zen Centers in Vienna Austria, Palma de Mallorca Spain, Vrazne Czech Republic, and Kwan Um Zen Groups in Hungary.
Vienna - Kong-an interviews- Jo Potter JDPSN