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