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to eliminate the vexation of the mind

better methodologies

 

This is

the nature of the

unenlightened mind:

The sense organs, which are

limited in scope and ability, randomly

gather information. This partial information

is arranged into judgements, which are

based on previous judgements,

which are usually based on

someone else’s foolish

ideas. 

 

These false concepts

and ideas are then stored in a

highly selective memory system. Distortion

upon distortion: the mental energy flows constantly

through contorted and inappropriate channels,

and the more one uses the mind,

the more confused one

becomes. 

 

To eliminate

the vexation of the mind,

it doesn’t help to do something;

this only reinforces the mind’s mechanics.

Dissolving the mind is instead a matter of not-doing:

Simply avoid becoming attached to what you see and think.

Relinquish the notion that you are separated from

the all-knowing mind of the universe. Then you

can recover your original pure insight

and see through all

illusions. 

 

Knowing nothing,

you will be aware of everything.

Remember: because clarity and enlightenment

are within your own nature, they are

regained without moving

an inch. 

 

from Hua hu Ching, Chapter 44

 

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the earth too is an ephemerid

 

Mountains,

a moment’s earth-waves

rising and hollowing; the earth

too’s an ephemerid; the stars— short-lived

as grass the stars quicken in the nebula and dry

in their summer, they spiral blind up space, scattered

black seeds of a future; nothing lives long, the whole sky’s

recurrences tick the seconds of the hours of the ages of the gulf

before birth, and the gulf after death is like dated: to labor eighty

years in a notch of eternity is nothing too tiresome, enormous repose

after, enormous repose before, the flash of activity. Surely you never

have dreamed the incredible depths were prologue and epilogue

merely to the surface play in the sun, the instant of life, what is

called life? I fancy that silence is the thing, this noise a found

word for it; interjection, a jump of the breath at that silence;

stars burn, grass grows, men breathe: as a man finding

treasure says ‘Ah!’ but the treasure’s the essence;

before the man spoke it was there, and

after he has spoken he gathers it,

inexhaustible treasure.

 

Robinson Jeffers