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Poetry Spiritual

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.

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Poetry

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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Neigong Philosophy Poetry Qigong Spiritual

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

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Poetry Qigong Spiritual

I am eternally present

I am eternally present.

There is nothing to do.

Nowhere to go.

 

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Poetry Spiritual

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.

Categories
Culture Poetry

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

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Martial Arts Neigong Poetry Qigong Spiritual

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?
.

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Neigong Poetry Qigong Spiritual

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

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Culture Philosophy Poetry Spiritual

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

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Philosophy Poetry Spiritual

Here it is

Here it is – right now. Start thinking about it and you miss it.

Huang Po

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Poetry Spiritual

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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Culture Poetry

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

Categories
Philosophy Poetry Spiritual Taiji

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

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Philosophy Poetry

Know Thyself

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is Man.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the Stoic’s pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act or rest,
In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast,
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reasoning but to err;
Alike in ignorance, his reason such
Whether he thinks too little or too much:
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself abused, or disabused;
Created half to rise and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled:
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!

Alexander Pope

Links:
Alexander Pope wikipedia.org

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Philosophy Poetry Spiritual Taiji

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 I am.

Lost to the world,
entering Heaven.

Walking the earth,
returning from bliss.

The spark of tipsiness has lit my life.
How can anything be the same.

Learning how to die moment by moment. In an instant a real human being.