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