One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
It rains: the earth wet.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
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?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
From the origins nothing exists.
Watch your own steps!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
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.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Jo 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.
Knud Rosenmayr JDPSN started practicing in 1995 after meeting Zen Master Seung Sahn in Korea. After finishing his studies at the university in Vienna he started to work at a language school and got married in Nepal in 2008.