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