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