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