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