Without opening your door,
you can open your heart to the world.
Without looking out your window,
you can see the essence of the Tao.
. . .
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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Tao in WordLayers
Layer upon layer
“The mysteries of the world come to you in a living light that breathes as you breathe infused with your own thoughts yet outlined as some distant place or thing.” (Bright-Fey)
ReplyDeleteThe breath is a profound connection with the spirit of creativity—deeply internal yet connecting with that “distant place or thing”—it comes with no effort, stays and later I notice it is gone—but, is it? gone? or is it my thinking that has moved away from the pure energy of non-thought?
Without leaving home you can know everything—I think this means we carry the universe within us—what you know is perfect as you move through it. Touch the experiences of this day knowing that question and answer are within the experience itself—know this as you move forward without looking back—“In my own home, I walk in dignity.” (Myrtle Fillmore)
When I am on track, balanced and living from the inside out, I move through challenges with ease. Each step is a step of choice—I initiate the action with conscious contact with spirit. I remember times in my life when I moved in synergistic living, experiencing the flow, literally. I think this is how it is all the time but all the time goes unrecognized.
Live on prayer not knowing the words
Move towards right now without knowing where
Wake in the morning alive and ready
The one direction is forward, the one speed is what is
Silence is the only language found between the words
This is true, this is art, this is writing.
Emerson: The soul that is plain and true dwells in the hour that now is, in the earnest experience of the common day. The farther that one goes out beyond oneself the less he knows. (Emerson, Tao 47)