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