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