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