XPost: alt.philosophy.taoism, alt.buddha.short.fat.guy, alt.philosophy.zen   
   From: nottony.nokingsbury@ngmail.com   
      
   On 7/10/2016 1:57 AM, {:-]))) wrote:   
   > Ummmmmmm wrote:   
   >> On 28/08/2016 3:41 AM, Tang Huyen wrote:   
   >>> On 8/27/2016 8:03 AM, djinn wrote:   
   >>>   
   >>>> nobody mentioned energy meter. once again you   
   >>>> take what I say into what I never said.   
   >>>   
   >>> But spiritual masters expect their listeners   
   >>> to extrapolate from what they say to what   
   >>> they don't, which is the point that they want   
   >>> to get across. All the more if this point is   
   >>> beyond language and thought.   
   >>>   
   >>> Tang Huyen   
   >>>   
   >> As a matter of interest, Tang, how many "spiritual masters" have you   
   >> met? To actually talk to.   
   >   
   > Talking specifics can be a thing.   
   > Speaking generally can be a thing.   
   >   
   > Having seen one spiritual master, one has seen them all.   
      
   OK. Tang has lapsed into primordial silence. Perhaps you will answer.   
      
   Have you seen (as in, 'met') even ONE spiritual master?   
      
   Or is your statement above based on hearsay?   
      
   If it is, I, respectfully, suggest that this may be the only life we'll   
   ever get. It could be too important to make snap judgements based on   
   hearsay. Before you disregard 'all spiritual masters' - try regarding   
   just one. You may see something that the books don't mention. Power.   
   Clarity.   
      
      
   > Seeing thru them, to the wine inside, one might see one as new.   
   > Old wine, some say, is the best. And never mix the two in their skins.   
   >   
   > Tang met himself once as he was talking a walk on the Road.   
   >   
   > His path, which he made, himself, as he walked it and talked it,   
   > did not do him much if any good, in the eyes of some who saw him   
   > as being less than he was, which included himself, at times.   
   >   
   > In his mirror-mind, he remained calm.   
   > Mere words on a screen he would muse, amused him.   
   >   
   > Spiritual masters, in the eyes of their students, are brand new.   
   > When they get old, the students think they know them   
   > through and through and are through with them.   
   >   
   > Some see them within.   
   > Within themselves as selves are seen through.   
   > Some say there is only one, within. And all the others mere   
   > reflections of that one, the one and only, teacher, within.   
   >   
   >> How is it that you know so confidently what they expect, and don't expect?   
   >   
   > Knowing what is beyond language can be known   
   > by such spiritual giants as the Wheelwright, Cook Ting,   
   > the Lu Liang Swimmer, and the Hunchback.   
   >   
   > Giants, one and all. Speaking to people who talk   
   > to them within a book that lives, so to speak.   
   > As if a book or a teaching could speak   
   > to one who has ears to here one.   
   >   
   >> You are perched way up there in the branches of the tree of knowledge,   
   >> passing judgement on Japanese Zen, & Chinese Chan, & Tibetan Buddhism &   
   >> French Stoicism.   
   >   
   > He's a syncretist. Differences to him are as nothing.   
   > They simply don't matter. They go without saying.   
   >   
   >> Looking down on the sinners in the street, and those who lack 'mental   
   >> culture'   
   >> Speaking in tongues - French, German, Chinese.   
   >>   
   >> It would be good to know where you got the ladder.   
   >   
   > And why he has that raft on his back so far up a tree.   
   >   
   > One time he made a kite out of it and flew down to earth.   
   >   
   > The ladder tends to be part of the tree.   
   > He gets it from the bark of the tree.   
   > His sharp nails allow him to climb it as if it was, as if he was.   
   >   
   > As if he was, a chip, a monk-chip, off the old block.   
   > And when he was, he was, with the usual disclaimers.   
   >   
   > A flying rocket-man with wings of his own as his raft,   
   > made out of his own skin as he skinned himself   
   > as if he were a cat more than nine times out of ten.   
   >   
   > And then he lands, flat on his feet, or his back, when he lands.   
   >   
   > Some people like to bark up right trees and wrong trees.   
   > As if there was a tree, in a garden, planted, in star-dust.   
   > And shoot for the highest. And so they swoop so low.   
   >   
   > Once upon a time, a man was created out of thin air.   
   > He was a straw man, treated as a straw dog.   
   > The man didn't mind and in fact, he rather appreciated it.   
   >   
   > They called him Tang.   
   > And he was a legend in his own mind.   
   >   
      
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