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