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