“they wanted to clothe me in mourning black”
A student asked,
“When times of great difficulty visit us,
how should we meet them?”
Zhaozhou said,
“Welcome.”
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she who is filled with goodness
She
who is filled with
goodness is like a newborn child:
wasps and snakes will not bite it, fierce
beasts will not attack it, birds of
prey will not pounce
on it.
Its
bones are soft
and its muscles weak,
but its grip is firm. It hasn’t yet
known the union of male and female,
yet its organ stirs with vitality.
It can howl all day without
becoming hoarse,
so perfect is its
harmony.
To
know harmony is to
know the eternal. To know
the eternal is to be
inspired.
Prolonging
life is not harmonious.
Coercing the breath is unnatural.
Things which are overdeveloped must
decay. All this is contrary to Tao,
and whatever is contrary
to Tao soon ceases
to be.
from The Tao te Ching of Lao Tzu,
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the most important thing
Without any
intentional, fancy way
of adjusting yourself, to express
yourself as you are is the most
important thing.
insight is a function of the spirit
Intellectual
knowledge exists in
and of the brain. Because the brain is
part of the body, which must one day expire,
this collection of facts, however large
and impressive, will expire
as well.
Insight,
however, is a function of
the spirit. Because your spirit follows
you through cycle after cycle of life, death,
and rebirth, you have the opportunity of cultivating
insight in an ongoing fashion. Refined over time,
insight becomes pure, constant, and
unwavering. This is the beginning
of immortality.
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nothing at all is born or dies
Nothing,
nothing at all is born,
dies, the shell says again and
again from the depth of its hollowness.
Its body swept off by tide — so what? It sleeps
in sand, drying in sunlight, bathing in moonlight.
Nothing to do with sea or anything else.
Over and over it vanishes
with the wave.