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