what is joy?

what is joy?joyis to be eclipsedin who you arenowand forever.it is to let downyour weaknessand let downyour strengthand find yourselfat homein everything. Jinghai, Yu. A Scatter of Light in the Summer Sky: Poems of the Tao

Was es ist

Was es ist Es ist Unsinn sagt die Vernunft Es ist was es ist sagt die Liebe Es ist Unglück sagt die Berechnung Es ist nichts als Schmerz sagt die Angst Es ist aussichtslos sagt die Einsicht Es ist was es ist sagt die Liebe Es ist lächerlich sagt der Stolz Es ist leichtsinnig sagt… Continue reading Was es ist

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From nothing to something and back

I let go and enter the domain of no one. Heaven and Earth are one. The circle and square are equals. They separate as necessary without effort. First boundless stillness, then endless movement. It makes no sense to talk about form or formlessness. Substance or no substance – what’s the difference? Body, energy and mind – what… Continue reading From nothing to something and back

My river runs to thee

Blue Sea – Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply. Oh Sea – look graciously! I’ll fetch thee Brooks From spotted nooks –  Say Sea – take Me? Emily Dickinson (1830–86).

Everywhere leads the Way

everywhere leads the Way it is perfect impenetrable forever a thousand voices may rise but silence says it better open your eyes and close them up again listen intently then not at all you have nowhere to go and such is the real journey for all roads lead inevitably to your soul Yu Jinghai from… Continue reading Everywhere leads the Way

I answer that cannot answer

You are also asking me questions, and I hear you; I answer that cannot answer… you must find out for yourself. Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass 1855

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In the midst of Chaos I find Peace

In the midst of chaos, I find peace. Not clinging to any thing, not obsessed by any thought. I seatle on a leaf, in mid air. Being calm for no reason whatsoever – happiness pervades all. I smile, leaving my self behind.


Between birth and death, Three in ten are followers of life, Three in ten are followers of death, And men just passing from birth to death also number three in ten. Why is this so? Because they live their lives on the gross level. He who knows how to live can walk abroad Without fear… Continue reading Fifty

Always Already Free

I sit here looking out, filled with an emptiness that spills over and keeps on spilling. There is no end to this boundlessness, this delicious thrill of Presence. Nothing can contain it, for everything is contained within it. The good and the bad, the black and the white, the harsh and the gentle——all simply flavors… Continue reading Always Already Free