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