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