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