Looking for Wuji everywhere,
In movement,
In stillness
Getting it, not getting it
I let go,
Finding Wuji.
I forgot all about it!
Category: Poetry
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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 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
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I am like the clear blue sky
I am like the clear blue sky
Standing on the earth
I look up into the skySuspended in mid air
Time is of no importance
My mother is always nearResting in the clear blue sky
How can I loose heaven
When we never depart. -
All truths wait in all things
All truths wait in all things,
They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it,
They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon,
The insignificant is as big to me as any,
What is less or more than a touch?Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman 1855.
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There are moments
when I look up
and see the wind move the leaves in the tree tops
with soft and happy sensations
I close my eyes
and smile
this sense of life
inside of me too.
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Somebody That I Used To Know
Somebody That I Used To Know lyrics
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still rememberYou can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was overBut you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to knowNow and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
And I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know…But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to knowI used to know
That I used to know -
Water drizzling down a mountain side
Water drizzling down the mountain wall
glittering in the sun
mist rising to the topbirds and green
everywhere life is seendrifting in the clouds
standing like a giantreaching to center of the earth
stretching up towards the heavensunmoved yet alive
standing herehow am I different?
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Smiling keeps me always young
Tranquillity of mind makes me live long,
Smiling keeps me always young.
I am air,
I am light,
And I am water,
With the breeze I dirft,
Far and Wide.Reference:
Prenatal Energy Mobilizing Qigong: China Taoist Ancient Qigong
by Cheng Yan Feng
ISBN 9787535907561 -
I am home
I have arrived
I am home
in the here
in the now
I am Solid
I am free
in the Ultimate
I dwellThich Nhat Hanh
Reference:
The Long Road Turns to Joy: Guide to Walking Meditation -
Here it is
Here it is – right now. Start thinking about it and you miss it.
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The Moon Waxes and Wanes
The moon waxes and wanes
Tides ebb and flow.
Emotion moves up and down.
Only achieved ones enjoy
The smooth flow of nature.Reference:
Moonlight in the Dark Night
by Hua-Ching Ni
ISBN 0937064440
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Der blinde Knabe
An allen Türen blieb der blinde Knabe,
auf den der Mutter bleiche Schönheit schien,
und sang das Lied, das ihm sein Leid verliehn:
“Oh hab mich lieb, weil ich den Himmel habe.”
Und alle weinten über ihn.An allen Türen blieb der blinde Knabe.
Die Mutter aber zog ihn leise mit;
weil sie die andern alle weinen schaute.
Er aber, der nicht wußte, wie sie litt,
und nur noch tiefer seinem Dunkel traute,
sang: “Alles Leben ist in meiner Laute.”Die Mutter aber zog ihn leise mit.
So trug er seine Lieder durch das Land.
Und als ein Greis ihn fragte, was sie deuten,
da schwieg er, und auf seiner Stirne stand:
Es sind die Funken, die die Stürme streuten,
doch einmal werd ich breit sein wie ein Brand.So trug er seine Lieder durch das Land.
Und allen Kindern kam ein Traurigsein.
Sie mußten immer an den Blinden denken
und wollten etwas seiner Armut weihn;
er nahm sie lächelnd an den Handgelenken
und sang: “Ich selbst bin kommen euch beschenken.”Und allen Kindern kam ein Traurigsein.
Und alle Mädchen wurden blaß und bang.
Und waren wie die Mutter dieses Knaben,
der immer noch in ihren Nächten sang.
Und fürchteten: wir werden Kinder haben, –
und alle Mütter waren krank..Da wurden ihre Wünsche wie ein Wort
und flatterten wie Schwalben um die Eine,
die mit dem Blinden zog von Ort zu Ort:
“Maria, du Reine,
sieh, wie ich weine.
Und es ist seine
Schuld. In die Haine
führ ihn fort!”Bei allen Bäumen blieb der blinde Knabe,
auf den der Mutter müde Schönheit schien,
und sang das Lied, das ihm sein Leid verliehn:
“Oh hab mich lieb, weil ich den Himmel habe -”
Und alle blühten über ihm.Links:
Rainer Marie Rilke wikipedia.org -
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: 9781590306598p. 14
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