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