XPost: alt.philosophy.taoism, alt.philosophy.zen   
   From: nottony.nokingsbury@ngmail.com   
      
   On 8/10/2016 4:25 AM, {:-]))) wrote:   
   > noname wrote:   
   >> Ummmmmmm wrote:   
   >>> {:-]))) wrote:   
   >>>   
   >>>> Every body has a center   
   >>>> of gravity. But it isn't serious. Every one has   
   >>>> a center of balance, which one might lose at times.   
   >>>   
   >>> One might drift off the centre of balance, certainly - but the centre   
   >>> always remains, exactly where it was. The trick is to know how to get   
   >>> back to it as quickly as possible.   
   >>   
   >> There's no hurry, no need to get back "as quickly as possible".   
   >   
   > Reminds me of the white rabbit.   
   > And the Airplane.   
   >   
   >> No   
   >> stopwatch is necessary.  The world isn't going anyplace, when you're ready   
   >> to meet it as you truly are, that's the time.  Measuring time is simply not   
   >> useful, once you've measured time you have a number, not the time you've   
   >> wasted time measuring in order to get a number you can point at to convince   
   >> yourself you know what's going on.   
   >>   
   >> What I have observed is that when you reside in harmony with Tao, time   
   >> adjusts itself to your needs.  For example if it is winter and the   
   >> generator is broken and must be repaired, it's easy to get all frantic and   
   >> screw things up worse than they were to begin with.  "Ohmygawd if this   
   >> doesn't get fixed we're all gonna die" might actually be a correct   
   >> perception, but if you get caught up in it, you'd probably be better off   
   >> taking a nap in the cold before you start working on the manifestation of   
   >> the problem.  Because that's all it is, the non-working generator isn't the   
   >> problem, it's only a manifestation of the problem, a symptom.  Until you   
   >> see through the manifestation to the problem that is manifesting, you're   
   >> going through the motions without making any real change; the problem, the   
   >> real problem, the root of the malfunction, is not mechanical.   
   >   
   > One might wonder what the real problem was.   
   > Fear of death, perhaps.   
   >   
   >> On the other   
   >> hand, if you simply work the wrenches, falling into harmony as you go, that   
   >> keeps your fake-self, the exterior-self that others can see, the work keeps   
   >> that self busy and out of your face while your true-self ponders the real   
   >> problem.   
   >   
   > As if there were a real problem.   
   > Sometimes a broken leg on a horse-power-generator is just that.   
   >   
   >>>>> It's beyond thought, and beyond imagination - and it's very, very real.   
   >>>>   
   >>>> That might be what Tang says all spiritual masters say.   
   >>>> Or maybe he is pointing to something else. Some other Way.   
   >>>   
   >>> I'm not talking about a Way. A "Way" implies a journey. Not liking where   
   >>> one is, one wishes to be somewhere else.   
   >>> I'm talking about being where one is.   
   >>   
   >> Being where you are is a journey of-itself.   
   >   
   > Some people hurry to get back the center.   
   > Of the hotel room. Or where ever-they left it.   
   > To get back to it, as if Murphy left some round tuits.   
   >   
   >>>> To say one has a true self is something some say.   
   >>>> If so, one may wonder who or what is it that has it.   
   >>>   
   >>> Just word-juggling. Some may say the bird is the yolk, some may say the   
   >>> bird is the white. You can smash as many eggs as you like, you won't   
   >>> find out. But if you keep it warm & let it hatch, it may sing to you.   
   >   
   > It may sing in traffic. It might hammer in the morning.   
   > If it had a bell, it might ring it in the evening.   
   >   
   >>>>> Because it's in everyone, it can be known by anyone.   
   >>>>   
   >>>> If it's in everyone, then no one is it.   
   >>>> It's different from everyone. If so, then who or what one is   
   >>>> might be a question that could be asked of one who knows   
   >>>> how one has a true self that is within one and everyone.   
   >>>   
   >>> Don't prevaricate :-) Are you asking the question or not?   
   >   
   > How deep one's wonder might be under   
   > standing in one's center of wonder one mite be.   
   >   
   > ... snip a bunch of words weren't snipped ...   
   >   
   >>>>>> Unless, the one that has a true self   
   >>>>>> is not the true self but something else.   
   >>>>>>   
   >>>>>> Something that has but not is.   
   >>>>   
   >>>> If someone had a net, it might be full of holes.   
   >>>   
   >>> How about we forget "some" and "someone" and "everyone" - they're a   
   >>> noisy lot & they tend to all shout at once.   
   >>   
   >> They have to.  It's their only defense against accepting what they know is   
   >> true.   
   >   
   > Between we and they, over there, yonder, one mite went   
   > or have gone, if it did, when it did, to see what it could see.   
   >   
   >>> Unless another joins the conversation, let's whisper in a crowded room.   
   >>>   
   >>> I'm the same as you. You're the same as me. We're both human beings.   
   >>> Inside us we have all the treasures of wisdom and understanding that all   
   >>> human beings are provided with at birth.   
   >>>   
   >>> Whether one "is" or "has" a self is just wordplay. What wakes up in the   
   >>> morning - the entity that is reading these words - that's your self.   
   >>   
   >> Maybe not so much "just wordplay".  Wordplay comes from somewhere.   
   >   
   > When Tang awakens and disclaims his disclaimers   
   > to think Tang doesn't KNOW as he whisks his ninja stars   
   > casting his mere words to the wind, a mite might think in all thought.   
   >   
   >>> Inner peace and tranquillity are stalking you through the labyrinths of   
   >>> your history and your storehouses of ideas. Be still for a while. Let   
   >>> them find you. They're not scary. Happiness isn't a trap.   
   >>> Be still and listen. You may hear the wind between the stars, or the   
   >>> rain on the golden flower. Or cicadas in a grove of summer pines.   
   >>> The audible signature of approaching wisdom.   
   >>>   
   >>>>   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>   
   >> Racing forward to achieve "happiness" is a common trope, but not one that   
   >> seems to be more often useful than not.  I tried racing toward happiness,   
   >> and it didn't work.   
   >   
   > The scars are on display in the museum.   
   >   
   >> Giving up on happiness, accepting whatever basket of   
   >> crap I've been dumped into and seeing "now what", that works.   
   >   
   > A broke rope, caught in traffic, the world is full of problems   
   > within problems in the back of the problems one finds finding them.   
   >   
   >>  Why does   
   >> that work when racing madly toward what we believe, or at least have been   
   >> taught, will provide happiness does not work?  It works because happiness   
   >> is closely related to how well our understandings match the particularities   
   >> of our actuality.  A make-believe happiness simply is not, it's a delusion,   
   >> and it will eventually dissolve away leaving reality right in your face.   
   >   
   > In Ummmmmmm's face is what a mite called Sat Chit Ananda.   
      
      
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