births and their deaths,
three out of ten are attached to life,
three out of ten are attached to death,
three out of ten are just idly passing
through. Only one knows how
to die and stay dead
and still go on
hasn’t any ambitions,
hasn’t any ideas, makes no plans.
From this mysterious place of not-knowing
and non-doing he gives birth to whatever is needed
in the moment. Because he is constantly filling his being
with nonbeing, he can travel the wilds without
worrying about tigers or wild buffalo,
or he can cross a battlefield
without armor or
No tiger can claw him.
No buffalo can gore him.
No weapon can pierce him.
Why is this so?
Because he has died,
there isn’t any more room
for death in