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