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