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