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