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