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