No ugliness in a loved child.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Watch your own steps!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
It rains: the earth wet.
Spring comes: grass grows.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
No good thought, no evil thought.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
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?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
From the origins nothing exists.
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.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
One day retreat and precept ceremony with Jo Potter JDPSN at the Zöld Kakas Líceum, Budapest.
Date and time: Saturday, 16th of November 2017, from 7:00 until 17:00
Location: Zöld Kakas Líceum,1091, Budapest, Hurok utca 11.
Fee: 5000 Ft.
Jo 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.