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