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