Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
No good thought, no evil thought.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
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.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
From the origins nothing exists.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
No ugliness in a loved child.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Watch your own steps!
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
It rains: the earth wet.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Jo 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.
Knud Rosenmayr JDPSN started practicing in 1995 after meeting Zen Master Seung Sahn in Korea. After finishing his studies at the university in Vienna he started to work at a language school and got married in Nepal in 2008.