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