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   From: invalid@invalid.invalid   
      
   Tang Huyen wrote:   
   > On 10/26/2016 5:44 AM, {:-]))) wrote:   
   >   
   >> The Sage slices thru life as if it were water   
   >> or a bunch of bull. Dance moves of the Sage are unabashed.   
   >>   
   >> Hence, in the texts, the contexts emerge reflecting   
   >> bouncing and singing as if there were no tomorrow.   
   >>   
   >> When in the thick of things, the Sage is seen by those who   
   >> have eyes to see thru the thickets, standing as a tree,   
   >> perhaps gnarly, with bugs crawling up a sleeve.   
   >> Perfectly still at times just hanging out.   
   >>   
   >> Being gnarly, the Sage is left alone, untouched   
   >> appearing useless, and looms large. The people picnic   
   >> under all the branches that hang out and extend   
   >> so far as to cover the entire world as if   
   >> such an Idea were to be possible.   
   >>   
   >> Hanging out with the people, the Sage has   
   >> no mind nor heart to speak of other than the people's.   
   >> Hence the Sage is invisible, when letting it all hang out.   
   >> And when something gets done, the people think,   
   >> that is so cool, we did it all by ourselves.   
   >>   
   >> The Sage is as the rain or the sunshine falling on all   
   >> without wishing nor attempting to be benevolent,   
   >> treating people as the grass or straw or dogs   
   >> without regard for how high or low all are.   
   >>   
   >> At times misconstrued, the Sage doesn't mind.   
   >> It is not in one's heart to care about petty things.   
   >>   
   >> Yet, at the same time, everything matters, down to   
   >> the least of the least and all things are considered   
   >> with compassion, as such is a natural practice,   
   >> authentic, genuine, perfectly manifested   
   >> in the Sage for no special reason.   
   >>   
   >> All of those Ideas are what makes a sage the Sage,   
   >> and such a One is described reluctantly as all get out.   
   >>   
   >> - in the texts   
   >   
   > Overall, I agree with what you, JayLo, say, though firstly   
   > I claim no embodiment of such an exalted state and   
   > status, and secondly to me it is quite ideal and scarcely   
   > exemplified in real life, even of the masters, and obviously   
   > enough I am merely extrapolating regarding the masters   
   > since I don't know any first hand, and even if I did, I would   
   > not be able to tell what goes on in them anyway.   
   >   
   > Theoretically, a sage has an empty mind, of which nothing   
   > can be seen from the outside, even by the best experts of   
   > mind-reading. So, if one wants to test a sage, one can try   
   > to read his or her mind, provided that one commands the   
   > skill of mind-reading, and if one finds anything, he or she   
   > would not be a sage. All this is pure theory to me, as I am   
   > nowhere near there, in mind-reading as well as in actual   
   > sagehood.   
   >   
   > To return to what you say: < the Sage has no mind nor heart to speak of other than the   
   > people's. Hence the Sage is invisible, when letting it all   
   > hang out.>> I hope that you speak from experience.   
   >   
   > Tang Huyen   
   >   
      
   He might, but he's enamored with phrasings from the TTC.   
      
   If he were able to say it in regular people-talk, instead of implied   
   pentameter, he might phrase it differently.   
      
   I'd say the sage has as much heart and mind as anyone, and is likely aware   
   of more of his own heart and mind than others, but is not their slave but   
   his own true self able to flow freely as Tao shifts; being free he can   
   respond to others as though they were there, in the very center of their   
   own world, and his whispers echo until the people say, "look, *we* did it",   
   obviously never having had a flat tire far from the nearest cell tower.   
      
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