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  • Cutting Up An Ox

    Cook Ting was cutting an ox after a sacrifice to be used as food for Lord Wen of Hui. At every touch of the hand, every heave of the shoulder, every move of the feet, every bend of the knee, he slipped the knife along effortlessly and all was in perfect rhythm as though he were performing the dance of the mulberry grove to the flow of the melody of Yao’s music.
    “Ah, this is marvelous,” said Lord Wen of Hui. “Imagine skill reaching such heights!”
    Cook Ting laid down his knife and replied, “What I care about is the natural path which goes beyond skill. When I first began cutting oxen, all I could see was the ox itself. After three years I no longer saw the whole ox. Now I go at it through intuition. Perception and understanding have come to a stop and intuition moves where it wants. I go along with the natural construction, strike in the big hollow places, guide the knife through large openings, and follow things as they are. So I never touch the smallest ligament or tendon, much less the main joints.
    “A good cook changes knives once a year, because he cuts. A mediocre cook changes his once a month, because he hacks. I’ve had this knife of mine for nineteen years and I’ve cut thousands of oxen with it, yet the blade is as good as new.
    “There are spaces between the joints, and the blade of remain in peace. Undeveloped people cannot do this; there the knife is just as if it had no thickness really. If you insert what has no thickness into such spaces, then there’s plenty of room, more than enough for the blade to play about. And after nineteen years, the blade of my knife is still as good as when it first came from the grindstone.
    “However, whenever I come to a complicated spot, I size up the difficulties, tell myself to watch out and be careful, keep my eyes on what I am doing, work very slowly and move the knife with the greatest subtlety until the whole thing comes apart like a clod of earth flopping to the ground. I stand there holding the knife and look all around me, my mind completely full with the satisfaction of accomplishing a perfect job, and then I wipe the knife and put it away.
    “Excellent,” said Lord Wen of Hui. “I have heard the words of Cook Ting and learned how to solve the problems of life!”

    Chuang Tzu or Zhuang Zi

    Reference:
    Entering the Tao: Master Ni’s Teachings on Self-cultivation
    by Hua-Ching Ni
    ISBN 9781570621611

    Links:
    Cutting Up An Ox about.com

  • The ego is a monkey

    The ego is a monkey catapulting through the jungle: Totally fascinated by the realm of the senses, it swings from one desire to the next, one conflict to the next, one self-centered idea to the next. If you threaten it, it actually fears for its life. Let this monkey go. Let the senses go. Let desires go. Let conflicts go. Let ideas go. Let the fiction of life and death go. Just remain in the center, watching. And then forget that you are there.

    Hua Hu Ching X

  • Change

    Tune the Body (Toro Shen)
    Tune the Breath (Tiao Xi)
    Tune the Mind (Tiao Xin).

    The easiest way to change your mind is to change your body.

  • No I

    Despite dwelling in a material body of four elements, your nature is basically pure. It can’t be corrupted. Youre real body has no sensation, no hunger or thirst, no warmth or cold, no sickness, no love or attachment, no pleasure or pain, no good or bad, no shortness or length, no weakness or strength. Actually, there’s nothing here. It’s only because you cling to this material body that things like hunger and thirst, warmth and cold, and sickness appear.
    Once you stop clinging and let things be, you’ll be free, even of birth and death.

    Bodhidarma, Bloodstream Sermon.

  • Justice My Foot and Flirting Scholar

    審死官 Stephen Chow is a wonderful proponent of intelligent self ironic madhouse Chinese cinema humor.

    Links: Stephen Chow wikipedia.org

  • last.fm – super cool social music

    Last.fm has existed for some time on the Internet as an Internet radio station with lots of cool radio stations for any imaginal taste, but now something super cool as happened to Last.fmLast.fm as trancended into something entirely new – a hassle free super cool social music player. Last.fm scrubbles your favorite music from your iTunes or MP3 player (Scrobbling a song means that when you listen to it, the name of the song is sent to Last.fm and added to your music profile), learns about your music preferences from you, so you can share and receive preferences from others as you wish. Last.fm off curse integrates with your iPod and iPhone. And Last.fm integrates Firefox through the fire plugin. The design is simple, strict and slick in red, white and black – like the designers abc – exactly the way I like it. 

    Check it out.. its super cool – and companies like Apple should learn from, integrate or even buy Last.fm

    Links:
    Last.fm
    Fire.fm 1.1.3 Firefox plugin

  • A good day

    “A good day” Brother David Steindl-Rast by recommendation of a spiritual friend.

    Link: gratefulness.org

  • Anuttara samyaksambodhi

    This means “complete, unsurpassed, perfect enlightment.” Notice, though, that the sutra first says the bodhisattva has nothing to attain and that, because of having nothing to attain, he attains complete liberation. You can’t attain liberation the way you attain a 1968 Camaro or D-plus on a math test. You can only attain liberation by clearly seeing there is nothing to attain.

    Reference:
    Hardcore Zen: Punk Rock Monster Movies & the Truth About Reality
    by Brad Warner
    ISBN 9780861713806

    Link:
    Buddhahood wikipedia.org

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  • The Road Not Taken

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

    I’m sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden back.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

    Robert Frost