All who suffered
during the dark time (2001-2002) and beyond - may awareness bring peace.
There is No thought Who is it who could be thinking? There is No feeling Who is it who can feel? There is No sensation For who exists To touch or taste Hear, see or smell? We are Only Nothing-doing-nothing
One pointed In the 'now' Like a needle Passing easily through cloth Like the prow of a boat Passing easily through waves Like a sparrow Passing easily through air In this way One-pointed Fully in the moment We pass easily through life.
Without thinking You breathe Without pondering You sleep Unbidden, unforeseen, unexpectedly You laugh To do Without doing To live Without thinking about it To be Without forethought: Success!
You 'have' a good time? Really? Where do you keep it? You say: 'It is mine!' Is that forever? What can you 'own?' What is truly 'yours?' What do you really 'have?' Nothing. Isn't that enough? It has been so far!
A snowflake drifts down Lands Is gone. A leaf swirls Floats down and around a river And is gone. Brief, tenuous Here - then gone. All united in this one way: The Go-ing.
I shout Full of power! Lightening strikes Thunder slams the gathered clouds Gale winds tear at trees At my bidding! Suddenly- I awake. Heart pounding, afraid. Where the power now? The lightening? Thunder? Winds? All a dream - unreal. But my pounding heart is real As real as the morning sun. Which soon sets.
Everything comes from Nature From observation of Her From copying and studying Her From taking and using Her gifts. All energy is sunlight All matter is of the world We are the crucible Where they play. How do I know this? I see it! And this: All who remove themselves from Nature Lose their Way The horror of the modern The sorrow of the lost.
Heart beat Breath-ing Lapping waves: Surrender to the rhythm of the world. Synchronize yourself With the cycles Ah. The Way.
In the stillness Everything is clear. Like a white stone At the bottom of a pond. One can really see. Really seeing One can be clear Like a pond Muddied by activity Settles In stillness And clarity Revealing the once-hidden White stone.
Become the Pole Star! Glowing, brilliant Fixed in space All the constellations spinning about
you. The axle of Heaven's Wheel Knows the simple truth: The closer to the Heart The less motion The less frenzy The axle turns But is Centered Thus all seeking direction Are guided by the Pole Star.
Breathing slow Deep Long exhale Long inhale Like a tree Pulling energy up from roots Releasing it out Gathering the heavens in Letting the energy flow down Into the earth In, out, in out The flow up The flow down Between Interpenetrating Heaven & Earth: Breathing.
A bird sings at dusk Without thought or plan Children play For no particular reason. These things can not be controlled Without ruining them. The Way is revealed In spontaneous Joy.
Sit Still! Quietly, hands open Feet upon the Earth Now Are you still? Yet the Earth is turning! The Earth is orbiting! Cosmic winds shake and shimmer the
planet Ions fly, particles smash All in the cosmos is motion! Movement! Unceasing change! Now Are you still?
A stream runs over your hand Leaving nothing In a moment Even your hand is dry. You are only left With the experience The feeling The memory Of the water. Where is that stream now? Where is that water?
Rain upon your face This is real. The rain comes From clouds of vapor Vapor arises from Rivers, lakes and oceans These originate From cascading rain That even now Strikes your face. Always changing form Yet here, now Real as the wet touch of drops Upon the skin. Every moment is real Yet ever changing.
Timing is All. Too fast You miss Too slow It's gone. Finding the right pace Ah! There it is! Everything falls into place. Follow your natural breathing Your rhythm Your calm heartbeat and the Golden Apple Will fall into your hand.
The sun Seems to revolve about us Yet we know this is not so. The Earth seems flat No matter which direction we face Yet this is a limited perspective. In daily life we 'know' That everything All that happens Happens to ME! MY life, MY world, MY experiences! Yet, when "I" am gone The World continues?! What then of MY point of view MY perspective MY memories?! There is a Way But "I" or "MY" can not be it!
I have 10,000 things Because I have let them go I have had Anger But I am not Anger I have had Joy But I am not Joy I am not Pain Or Pleasure, Or any of the 10,000 things. I let go of them So as not to BE them They flow through and are gone. Therefore I have all the 10,000 things But THEY do not have ME!
Clench your fists Let go Let it all go. The winds take it away. Clench your body Relax Let go Let it all go The Earth takes it away. Clench your mind Hold tight to your opinions Arguments, ideas and thoughts Let go Let them all go Heaven takes them away. What have you lost? What have you gained?
Silence
What is not said Has more meaning Than that uttered. That which is real Can not be put into words. As long as your mouth is open You can not receive. All real wisdom Comes in silence.
Which is more important: What IS or what IS NOT? Is a thing defined by its Form Or by its Placement? Matter seems solid But in fact is quite porous. Particles float is space Atoms are mostly void So- which is more important? What we remember Or what we forget?
The Ancient Sages Addressed their teachings To Kings. Why is that? Because each of us is a Ruler Of Body, Mind and Spirit Of all the 10,000 things The World is our Kingdom. To be regal, royal, ruling all As if every action Every word Every thought Affected all beings and things about
us Is this not The Way?
Illness is a mirror As pain A reflection of pleasure. Our personal demons Are wholly ours Facing us in fevers and fixations Ours to let go of Watch burn And let the ashes Float Away.
Who follows the Way? Well, Who escapes from a burning building? One who panics Immersed in increasingly Frantic and chaotic activity? Or one who becomes calm Detached Quiet Centered And who moves with aware intuition And True Will?
Pause for a moment. Are you the Rock or the Brook? Are you Ever rushing and swirling Rippling and babbling Then gone? For today For a moment Sit Be the Rock That abides Amidst the hurrying brook.
A mountain and a canyon In many ways Are the same. In sand rivulets Is a reflection Of the wave-filled sea. In massive rocks I see clouds. In stars I see The glint of crystals in a cave. In this way We reflect However fleeting The Great Unknown.
Most
Obstacles Are also attachments. The greater the attachment The higher the hurdle The thicker the wall The more immovable the stone. Becoming aware of this Calmly detaching Letting go Lets one walk around the stone Instead of banging one's head Repeatedly upon it!
Everything Touches Everything else. Not in the abstract But in the real. Where all meet Where all touches All Is Mind We call this 'Tao.'
Note: This
'booklet' was the result of journal entries based on close to 2 years
of Taoist meditations.
They are first-person moments that may or may not have relevence to
others. Just words- just ripples...
'The Tao that can be named is not the
real Tao.' -Lao Tsu
