The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Watch your own steps!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
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.
No ugliness in a loved child.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Spring comes: grass grows.
From the origins nothing exists.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
It rains: the earth wet.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
No good thought, no evil thought.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
The one day retreat is lead by Alma Potter JDPSN at the Zöld Kakas Líceum, Budapest.
Date and time: Saturday, 19th of October 2019, from 7:00 until 17:00
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.