No good thought, no evil thought.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
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 smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
It rains: the earth wet.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
From the origins nothing exists.
Watch your own steps!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
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.
Vienna - Kong-an interviews- Jo Potter JDPSN