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