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