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