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