Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Watch your own steps!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
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.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
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 . . .
It rains: the earth wet.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
No ugliness in a loved child.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
From the origins nothing exists.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
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.
Knud Rosenmayr JDPSN started practicing in 1995 after meeting Zen Master Seung Sahn in Korea. After finishing his studies at the university in Vienna he started to work at a language school and got married in Nepal in 2008.