The Wonder 1.


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Though the principle is faint
The heart craves that purity
The Way is silent, she call us
The Love, it cannot be named it is not human
Heaven and Earth, are not what they seem
The mystic feels behind everything
Forms are but gorgeous biology and its creation
Poverty and simplicity are too real
Many creatures learn to meditate
In their own way, at their right time
Through the principle is faint
It is there, the unity that draws all to its center
Bring the first big bang of growth
Where galaxies spin out to the reaches
The soul still longs for something
That cannot be felt by the senses alone
Mystery on mystery but always near
Far and subtle, but so intimate
Peaceful and perfect, yet the missing element
The spirit’s search beckons after
All familiar failures and all brief success
It’s what comes after and before
It’s what believes not in belief but questioning.

White Noise


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White Noise

I was nothing before
I became someone
Was light, came from water
Went into the air
Or felt the Earth beneath
My toes and loved
The Universe before I knew
How old it was, grandmother cosmos
Do not dismiss the white noise
It is the quantum of everywhere
And I too am part of that
Until I decay and by whim
Become part of nature indistinct
Though intelligence is everywhere
And so I will listen in the silence
For the sound of the universe
Hear the voices of beings
Feel the experience of others
As if it was my own, that is
My gift, the identity of understanding
The empathy of centuries
The love of history reincarnated.

Lush


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Lush

I had the courage to
Let go of thoughts
And found myself living in Silence

There highest knowledge
Was unbounded like a gold
Center of the void
Delimited by duality
I could see the unity-sphere

And I had the experience
Of nearness to emptiness
Tao is the source of these

Of unity, silence, emptiness
And I felt a sweet surrender
Letting go of what I wanted
Letting go of what I had planned
For something about the universe

That attracted me to living
In the moment, looking at
A flock of birds, or reading
The poem of the world
In fullness to myself
Reverberating with everything.

Hundreds of years after Zhuangzi


Happiness is the deep peace
That arrives when you
Observe the world with empathy
Wherever you look you feel

Empathy, identity, compassion
That is the bliss when
Your heart shall find peace
It will be at peace, and everything

You have done or been or thought
It will all find perfect acceptance
That’s the source of things
That’s how all beings become tolerant

And furthermore, immersed
In the Great Unity, they find
More joy than they knew
Was possible, in a harmony

That is dignified, benevolent and
Never striving for happiness
Because happiness comes from inside
All the while knowing that

Attachment is a clinging and a distinction
Better to have a boundless home
In the divine container of the universe
That’s the disinterested, amused and loving

Bliss of eyes dreaming in experience
The experience where the space
Between you and I vanishes.

JADE FLOWER BUDDHA


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In the dynasty of our impoverished love
Like master and servant, I to you
Couldn’t serve, so I depart as a
Luminous white horse, across the fields

In the deep firm breath of
The dreams that I hold dear, you do not
I carry the Eastern skies
In my bosom, galloping with bhaki-trance

Nomadic, not understanding distinctions
Of class, and wealth and human hierarchy
I enter then, the Summer Palace
Of the downtrodden, where peasants

Survive to sleep on staw and spirit
With but one meal a day, and time
To conquer my own vain fears
In the unaccompanied court of my woe

The Jade flowers will not fall
No banner will be attached to my name
No sons or daughters to call me ‘father’
I would hurry to hold a better future

But I cannot, I am sick with summer dread
Till the Queen of the Stars leans down to me
And whispers the next step in my destiny
In spite of great failure, she makes me happy.

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Poetry

LISTENING TO SONGS OF NEW WORDS


Poetry

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Leaning alone in the closed bamboos
Time does not stop, but almost
The lute I once played is broken
But the bright moon contends with me
Full moon and winter plum tree
Talking and laughing together
I know within my heart
Where my path leads, to the source
Of the steam, past the South Mountain

II

I am immersed in the Tao
Yet nothing seems to matter anymore
We forget to go home at these times
I think of you, waiting to die
Even the sun shines cold and white
All your old friends have bought you gifts
But I could not think of anything
For wildflowers will soon flourish

III

In the shade of the East Willows
I will make a solitary mountain temple
And rest there at the place where
The sun-ribbon river starts
There I will make pearled dew, bent bow moon
Discarding the Book of Change
There, I will let go of all history.

HOW STRANGE THAT BOREDOM AND ALL HER HOPES RUN DRY


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There are no ballads, crown-nests, no Songs!
That can relate living Experience
But the dreamers attempt the impossible
The translation being their variety
Of experience, the music goes on

Dying by the movement of our
Glossy selves, impermanent transactions
The drift of what we considered
So pragmatic, so terribly necessary
Years later appears as foolishly stubborn

There will be no great feasts at the
End of this, only nature and time
And other transparent necessities
The leafless hours and departed ships
Are no more, all that we know intimately
Will become extinct, such is the exqusiite
Depth of belonging, and not belonging.

Treaties on the Tao III


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Together we call them the Mystery
The way which we all trod, that cannot be named
The nature of existence, the laws of our being
All in the world knows the skill

That works through our skill
Without doing anything, we are
Instruments of other forces
Together we call them the Mystery

He who knows others is wise
She who knows herself is Enlightened
But I do not concern myself with rituals
Either good or evil, I do not serve any

Together we call them the Mystery
Great acts are made up of small deeds
So don’t be ashamed to do the little things
Together we call them the Mystery

From caring, comes courage
To see things in the seed,
That is genius, one who is too insistent
On his own views, finds few to agree with

Together we call them the Mystery
Violence, even well intentioned,
Always rebounds upon oneself, so
To lead people, walk behind them.

Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity
Reduce selfishness, have few desires
To have few desires, server others
To serve others, increase the scope of your love
Together we call them the Mystery.

Treatise on Chuang Tzu II


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I love the taste of surrender
Happiness is the absence of the
striving for happiness, equanimity
How to feel exiting things are really one?

I love the lack of clinging in my days
I have let go of opinions, to admire
The living truth in others
I love the frequency of compassion

My simple importance revolves around
How generous can I be, how grateful?
I just want to breathe my own heels
Send my own dust into the light

Burn a few candles, ring a few bells
Feel infinity dwell in my bosom
For a few mortal nights, be empty
Wander where there is no path

I love the sense of indwelling silence
When it haunts, limitless like a dangerous
Software, it has sustained my inner life
The satchidananda neurotransmitter

Learning the use of uselessness
Learning how to act without acting:
Great truths do not take the heart of the masses
They teach a few how to strive no more

If this is the way, let me learn how to
Name the thing that has no name, as my friend
And be happy with things beyond words and understanding
I am tired of seeing a breaking down into many labels
It has become insufficient for my love of formlessness.

Treatise on Zhuangzi


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Once upon a time, I dreampt I was a butterfly
I flew with whatever happened
Letting my mind wander freely
I felt the ultimate in words because of meaning
A unity or forgotten words in silence

I was conscious only of my happiness
I lived in peace and now I fly
I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man
A path is made by walking it
A life is loved by living it

Do not reward or punish yourself
It is the lowest form of education
But rather speak to the Tao in everything
Watch your own and the turmoil of beings
Knowing you will return to the butterfly-state
Kindhearted as a grandmother, amused as an uncle

Happiness is the absence of striving for happiness
To be truly ignorant is enough, be content with your own knowledge
Leap into the boundless and make it your home
Forget the years, forget separation, forget distinctions
And duality, during our dreams we do not know

We are dreaming, we may even dream of
Interpreting a dream, that is why
After a great awakening, we laugh at them.

Treatise on Lao-Tzu


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Health is the possession of nature
Contentment being a confidence in non-being
For all that can live without form
Is the greatest joy of self-evident spirit!

Being deeply loved by someone
Gives you strength, while loving someone
Deeply gives you courage, therefore
Be it said that you loved with all your kindness!

Possessing fully your inner-nature
Finding peace in all that is transient
Your kindness in words creates confidence
Your kindness in thoughts creates profoundness

Your kindness in cherishing creates love in others
Be it said that you were the silent source
Of strength for others, fully and simply yourself
Without any need to compete or compare

Worthy of the respect of all others
A simple person, a patient man, a compassionate woman.

Michelangelo’s lost Formula


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After trying many years, and then
impoverished, I found the fountain of delight
it is an inner wealth, splendid wife

a seed divine, that glows with inner-harmony
it is the returning Tao, life’s estate
when beauty and love’s metaphors

lay dormant, pregnant, knowing, intrinsic –
Oh my beloved nature’s like that too
after many trying years, and then

my mind fell silent and no longer says
that desire or pain have any place to stay
only a smiling surrender, of the triumphant way.

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