Between their 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 living.
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 him.
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