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tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
edited August 2009 in A Moving Train
Gravity is the root of lightness
Stillness is the master of passion

The sage travels all day
But does not leave the baggage-cart;
When surrounded by magnificent scenery
Remains calm and still

When a lord of ten thousand chariots
Behaves lightly in this world
Lightness loses its root,
Passion loses its master.

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  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    Searching but not seeing, we call it dim
    Listening but not hearing we call it faint
    Groping but not touching, we call it subtle

    These three cannot be fully grasped
    Therefore they become one.

    Rising it is not bright, setting it is not dark
    It moves all things back to where there is nothing

    Meeting it there is no front
    Following it there is no back

    Live in the ancient
    Master the existing present
    Understand the source of all things
    This is called the record

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  • is it Tao Time?

    woo hoo.
    the tao of pooh.
    If I was to smile and I held out my hand
    If I opened it now would you not understand?
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  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    you make me laugh. you're good for me! think i'll listen to you today
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