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