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