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