XPost: alt.philosophy.taoism, alt.buddha.short.fat.guy, alt.philosophy.zen   
   From: wudao@wuji.net   
      
   noname wrote:   
      
   >In my experience when there is no thought there remains a kind of intuitive   
   >knowing that fills the position of reason within the structure from which   
   >thought has been removed.   
      
   When I am not swimming, there remains whatever it is I am doing.   
      
   When I am not doing, whatever it is I am not doing, I'm not doing it.   
   Whatever that may be, unless, prehaps, it is a form of  *that*.   
      
   When not thinking, there remains what ever it is, as not-two,   
   when I am at one with what ever it is that happens to be.   
      
   Trying to put into thought what is not thought   
   might take some doing and could be one's undoing.   
      
   Between knowing, experiencing, and thinking   
   might be some lines of distinctions being drawn   
   up and out of a well or wells of  *that*   
   which is beyond all three.   
      
   Beyond all forms and structures of two, three, 10k, etc.   
   given a TTC, in one poetic rendition, is Yu, Being,   
   yet such a Yu, as Being, may be with form.   
      
   Yu is said to arise from Wu, ontologically   
   which can be seen as being a form of myth   
   while some may wish for it to be a fact   
   of a real world they have in mind.   
      
   Wu, in such rendition, is without form, and void.   
      
   In yet another poetic version in the DDJ; Yi, the One   
   is said to arise from or is given birth by or emerges   
   from Dao. Dao, then, is not Yi.   
      
   With some forms of Taoism, contents of a shadow box   
   among other boxes and are found to contain Tao   
   as being identical with Wu. *That* may be   
   to say, with nothing in particular.   
      
   Particulars vary.   
   Some are more particular than others.   
      
   Those who utter what who utters can be as an owl.   
      
   - who gives one, at various times   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)