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