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