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