Return is the movement of the Tao.
Yielding is the way of the Tao.
All things are born of being.
Being is born of non-being.
. . .
Translation of the Tao Te Ching by Stephen Mitchell
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Layer upon layer
She finds deep in her own experience the central truths of the art of living, which are paradoxical only on the surface: that the more truly solitary we are, the more compassionate we can be; the more we let go of what we love, the more present our love becomes; the clearer our insight into what is beyond good and evil, the more we can embody the good. Until finally she is able to say, in all humility, "I am the Tao, the Truth, the Life." S. Mitchell
Translation of the Tao Te Ching by Stephen Mitchell, Harper & Row, 1988. In keeping with copyright law only the chapter under study is fulltext. All other chapters show only the first stanza.
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I return to that place from whence I came and it feels like home. I have flash backs of my happiest times, where I used to be. I can bring that good forward to now because nothing is destroyed, all good is mine. I collect all the pieces of happy like shells on the beach and “the old me” is caught. I focus on the unencumbered way. Upon return to this place, I can wear it like an old sweater and recognize the comfort of the present moment. In yielding to this truth of Tao, I can slip inside who I am and I can then slip inside the what of everything—this may be called death, this becoming the new who I used to be. I am born of non-being more complete then when unborn. I return to the Tao, always the Tao, always always.
ReplyDeleteNo matter the noise of the world
it is behind you. The engines and
sirens and tires on asphalt are not
real for you. The Tao comes back
to you in prayer, returns to you in
quietude and surrounds you in a
mist of letting go. This is how you
walk in the world born of non-being.
You become nothing at all. And,
out of nothing you rise like the
shadows and light of the sun
reflected on the oak tree at dawn.