“Do you have the patience to wait until your mud settles, and the water is clear? Can you remain unmoving until the right action arises by itself?” – Lao Tzu
“What day is it?” asked Pooh
“It’s today.” Squeeked Piglet
“My favourite day.” Said Pooh”
-The Tao of Pooh
of course, who can avoid thinking about things? no-body. so sure think, have a ball. just, never place your thoughts above what is… thinking, them. this is the only, thing— that matter. all that, confusion— about this. heh, a sin. no-confusion, just over active fusion. place in the rod, god? does it matter, small jabbering— sod? […]
In a sense I am lost; feeling childlike in constant exploring of earth and oneself. I am, in a sense found; by my morality with love…and with compassion… I find myself restless in time, for time is complex. The mind cannot comprehend time nor comprehend anything in completeness. The Tao of existence unwordable, incomprehensible…
We are not all knowing beings but the fabric of existence has underlying comfort whether it is productive or not. Even terrible mistakes create great lessons. The child knows love most, your inner child craves it.
Life is complex in a mathematical sense but extremely simple in the aspect of conscious thought.
That being all that we have.
I trust this universe more than I trust myself. I say this in a sense that I do not feel in control, but the rain outside my window… it is bringing life to the earth; as is the sun, moon and the stars. Endless bounded in infinity… ; that is something I can trust. Allowing the universe to take control helps me in meditations and allowing what I cannot change.
Simplicity is bliss and sometimes in my childlike absence of self awareness, like when I draw a picture I am not drawing a picture. If I am absent and I perhaps simply am: the picture.
But as my inner child finishes the creation.
I must return to the grounding incomprehensible earth.
Here I am again.
There once lived a great warrior. Though quite old, he still was able to defeat any challenger. His reputation extended far and wide throughout the land and many students gathered to study under him.
One day an infamous young warrior arrived at the village. He was determined to be the first man to defeat the great master. Along with his strength, he had an uncanny ability to spot and exploit any weakness in an opponent. He would wait for his opponent to make the first move, thus revealing a weakness, and then would strike with merciless force and lightning speed. No one had ever lasted with him in a match beyond the first move.
Much against the advice of his concerned students, the old master gladly accepted the young warrior’s challenge. As the two squared off for battle, the young warrior began to hurl insults at the old master. He…
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There was nothing, became everything, words devastating.
The tongue is far sharp-er sword. Bit-er sweet words
They ink jot and plot on pages
Captivating your mind, your captive in this ancient
Way. Since pyramids you peer-amidst scripture
The script will surely fit-the-picture
Graffiti-esque hieroglyphs; of time
In rhyme-form or devine-chords
Forever and ever and ever… trying to define more
Writers n biters, stolen ideas are the highest potential in-sequential
Prior to this something there was a comforting nothing
Do you have the patience to wait
till your mud settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving
till the right action arises by itself?
The master doesn’t seek fulfillment.
Not seeking, not expecting,
she is present, and can welcome all things.
Tao Te Ching, 15
The Zen is not worded. The Tao cannot be spoken and the Buddha is who you are.
-Nina Yin Vestergaard
The picture makes me smile and adds feng shui to my table. It was fun to draw, yin and yang elements in simplicity.