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