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