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