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