Category: Poetry

  • Looking for Wuji everywhere

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    Looking for Wuji everywhere,
    In movement,
    In stillness
    Getting it, not getting it
    I let go,
    Finding Wuji.
    I forgot all about it!

  • 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

  • I am like the clear blue sky

    I am like the clear blue sky
    Standing on the earth
    I look up into the sky

    Suspended in mid air
    Time is of no importance
    My mother is always near

    Resting 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.

  • One heart

    Can you polish your mysterious mirror
    And leave no blemish?
    Lao Tzu

    There is never been a single thing
    Then where is dust to cling?
    Huang Po

    Joining hands
    One heart.
    You and Me

  • I am eternally present

    I am eternally present.

    There is nothing to do.

    Nowhere to go.

     

  • 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.

  • 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 remember

    You 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 over

    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 know

    Now 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 know

    I 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 top

    birds and green
    everywhere life is seen

    drifting in the clouds
    standing like a giant

    reaching to center of the earth
    stretching up towards the heavens

    unmoved yet alive
    standing here

    how am I different?
    .

  • 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 dwell

    Thich 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.

    Huang Po

  • 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


  • 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: 9781590306598

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