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