Showing posts with label Chuang-Tzu. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 7, 2012

man born in tao





Fishes are born in water
Man is born in Tao.
If fishes, born in water,
Seek the deep shadow
Of pond and pool,
All their needs 
Are satisfied.
If man, born in Tao,
Sinks into the deep shadow
Of non-action
To forget aggression and concern,
He lacks nothing
His life is secure.

Moral: "All the fish needs
Is to get lost in water.
All man needs is to get lost
In Tao."







~ Chuang Tzu
translation by Thomas Merton
art by Bada Shanren 
who lived during the beginning of the Qing Dynasty (1644–1911)



Wednesday, February 1, 2012

winter dreams and butterflys






Winter



Evening. A fire
in the grate and a fire
outside, where a robin
is burning. How they both
sing, offering a friendship
unacceptable to the hand
that is as vulnerable to the one
as it is treacherous to the other.

Ah, time, enemy of their music,
reducing fuel to feathers, feathers
to ash, it was, but a moment ago,
spring in this tinder: flames
in flower that are now embers
on song's hearth.
The leaves fall
from a dark tree, brimming
with shadow, fall on one who,
as Borges suggested,
is no more perhaps than the dream God
in his loneliness is dreaming.




~ R. S. Thomas
from  Mass for Hard Times






You have wakened not out of sleep, 
but into a prior dream, 
and that dream lies within another, and so on, 
to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. 
The path that you are to take is endless, 
and you will die before you have truly awakened.



~ Jorge Luis Borges






Once Chuang Tzu dreamt  he was a butterfly, 
a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, 
happy with himself and doing as he pleased. 
 He didn't know he was Chuang Tzu. 
 Suddenly he woke up and there he was, 
solid and unmistakable Chuang Tzu. 

 But he didn't know if he was Chuang Tzu who had dreamt he was a butterfly, 
or a butterfly dreaming he was Chuang Tzu.





~ Chuang Tzu
from The Complete Chuang Tzu
translated by Burton Watson



Saturday, March 27, 2010


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As regards the quietude of the sage, he is not
quiet because quietness is said to be good.  He
is quiet because the multitude of things cannot
disturb his quietude.  When water is still, one's
beard and eyebrows are reflected in it.  A skilled
carpenter uses it in a level to obtain measurement.
If still water is so clear, how much more are the
mental faculties!  The mind of a sage is the mirror
of heaven and earth in which all things are reflected.
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~ Chuang-Tzu
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