Be mindful every single moment
as effortless as light
and as certain as time’s passingwe walk forward to a stillness
we can never knowwith the clouds yawning in the distance
and the sky, forever quietwe drift, less certain than foam
reaching the bright endof the sea
The Voice of the Sea: Poems of the Tao by Yu Jinghai
To guide the Qi, allow it to enter deeply and collect it. As it collects, it will expand. Once expanded, it will sink down. When it sinks down, it comes to rest. After it has come to rest, it becomes stable.
When the Qi is stable, it begins to sprout. From sprouting, it begins to grow. As it grows, it can be pulled back upwards. When it is pulled back upwards, it reaches the crown of the head.
It then touches above the crown of the head and below at the base of the spine. Who practices like this will attain long life. Who goes against this will die.
Reference: Sitting in Oblivion – The Heart of Daoist Meditation by Livia Kohn 2010 Se also The Jade Tablet neigong.net
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 of rhinoceros or tiger.
He will not be wounded in battle.
For in him rhinoceroses can find no place to thrust their horn,
Tigers no place to use their claws,
And weapons no place to pierce.
Why is this so?
Because he has no place for death to enter.
Lao Tzu Tao Te Ching translated by Gai-Fu Feng and Jane English
by Banksy
Looking for Wuji everywhere,
In movement,
In stillness
Getting it, not getting it
I let go,
Finding Wuji.
I forgot all about it!
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 of Its passage.
Here, here, always here. So simple, so immediate. This is always here. Call it whatever you will. In truth, This has no name.
Too exquisite to speak of, too delicate to touch, delicious, tender, yet so very solid, vast, fathomless.
All that exists comes out of This. All that exists returns to This.
No-one owns This, yet everyone belongs to This.
Enza Vita