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