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