how long can a phantom-like body last?

okamura koichi

 

Don’t

seek fame or

fortune, glory or prosperity.

Just pass this life as is, according to

circumstances. When the breath is gone, who is in

charge? After the death of the body, there is only an empty

name. When your clothes are worn, repair them over and

over; when you have no food, work to provide. How

long can a phantom-like body last? Would you

increase your ignorance for the sake

of its idle concerns?

 

Tung-shan

 

patience in the heart of chaos

recognizing yourself

 

A sage is subtle,

intuitive, penetrating, profound. 

His depths are mysterious and

unfathomable. 

 

The best one can do is

describe his appearance: the sage

is alert as a person crossing a winter stream; as

circumspect as a person with neighbors on all four sides; 

as respectful as a thoughtful guest; as yielding as

melting ice; as simple as uncarved wood; 

as open as a valley; as chaotic

as a muddy torrent. 

 

Why “chaotic

as a muddy torrent”? 

Because clarity is learned by

being patient  in the

heart of chaos. 

 

Tolerating

disarray, remaining at rest, 

gradually one learns to allow muddy water to

settle and proper responses to reveal themselves. 

Those who aspire to tao don’t long for fulfillment. 

They selflessly allow tao to use and deplete

them; they calmly allow tao to renew

and complete them. 

 

The Tao te Ching of Lao Tzu,

Chapter 15

 

 

These days, Obama spends

a lot of time talking with younger people.

With them, he is an elder refuting the notion that things

have never been worse. “I say, ‘No, you know what? Civil War—really bad.

Jim Crow—tough. You know, our parents, our grandparents, our great-grandparents

went through stuff that was profoundly tougher than what we’re going through,’ ”

the former President said. “And I say that not to pull rank on them but,

rather, to pull them out of any kind of hopelessness

about the situation.”

 

The New Yorker

 

men raise children on trivialities

galadriel thompson

 

It certainly wasn’t

fish who discovered water or

birds the air. Men built houses in part

out of embarrassment by the stars and raised

their children on trivialities because they had butchered

the god within themselves. The politician standing on

the church steps thrives within the grandeur

of this stupidity, a burnt out lamp

who never imagined

the sun.

 

Jim Harrison

the complete poems

sieze the day gently