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