The Master of Demon Valley

The world has no constant values, events has no constant guide. When others act, I am still; When others talk I listen. If you know your nature, you’ll have few troubles; if you know your destiny, you won’t worry. Reference: Alchemists, Mediums, and Magicians: Stories of Taoist Mystics by Thomas Cleary ISBN: 9781590306598 p. 14

Posted on August 19, 2009 at 1:46 pm by thomas · Permalink · Leave a comment
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A real human being

I dwell in spiritual tipsiness, looking into the meaning of mellowness. I do not know why there is a profound smile on my lips, neither do I care to find out. Lighting up me entire body, filling it to the brim with nothing. I die to my self. Not knowing who I am, or where [...]

Posted on October 31, 2008 at 12:05 pm by thomas · Permalink · Leave a comment
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The Value of Boredom

Learn to enjoy boredom and monotony. When you feel bored, it means that it is a really good time and everything is in good condition. This is the most valuable time for you. Most people are unpleasant when things are boring, because they do not know the value of boredom and monotony. Monotony to them [...]

Posted on October 31, 2008 at 10:37 am by thomas · Permalink · 2 Comments
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Cutting Up An Ox

Cook Ting was cutting an ox after a sacrifice to be used as food for Lord Wen of Hui. At every touch of the hand, every heave of the shoulder, every move of the feet, every bend of the knee, he slipped the knife along effortlessly and all was in perfect rhythm as though he [...]

Posted on October 19, 2008 at 2:03 am by thomas · Permalink · Leave a comment
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Give up learning and put an end to your troubles

Is there a difference between yes and no? Is there a difference between good and evil? Must I fear what others fear? What nonsense! Other people are contented, enjoying the sacrificial feast of the ox. In spring some go to the park, and climb the terrace, But I alone am drifting, not knowing where I [...]

Posted on April 22, 2008 at 3:24 pm by thomas · Permalink · One Comment
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