This is #7 in a Series of Posts that share Synchronistically-Timely chapters from
Stephen Mitchell's Auspicious book
The Second Book of The Tao
Stephen Mitchell's Auspicious book
The Second Book of The Tao
∞
NO SEPARATE VOICE, BEING OR DIMENSION
TO LEAN UPON, LISTEN TO, OR TALK ABOUT
JUST
IS
THE ‘OLDER THAN GOD’ CONDITION
ew
4:25 AM - 6/26/15
∞
A person blended into God does not disappear.
He or she is just completely soaked in God's qualities
Rumi
NO SEPARATE VOICE, BEING OR DIMENSION
TO LEAN UPON, LISTEN TO, OR TALK ABOUT
JUST
IS
THE ‘OLDER THAN GOD’ CONDITION
ew
4:25 AM - 6/26/15
∞
A person blended into God does not disappear.
He or she is just completely soaked in God's qualities
Rumi
Second Book of The TAO #7
Nothing in the world is bigger
than the tip of an autumn hair,
and Mount Everest is tiny.
Nothing in the world is bigger
than the tip of an autumn hair,
and Mount Everest is tiny.
No one in the world has lived longer
than a stillborn child,
and Methuselah died young.
than a stillborn child,
and Methuselah died young.
The universe came into being
the moment that I was born,
and all things are one with me.
the moment that I was born,
and all things are one with me.
Since all things are one,
how can I put that into words?
But since I just said they are one,
how can my words mean nothing?
how can I put that into words?
But since I just said they are one,
how can my words mean nothing?
Sisyphus - Faint Hue on Ocean
Sisyphus, Ocean Golden Hue, 3 Gulls Gliding
The one plus my words make two,
and the two plus the one make three.
If we continue in this way,
even the greatest mathematician
couldn’t calculate where it will end.
and the two plus the one make three.
If we continue in this way,
even the greatest mathematician
couldn’t calculate where it will end.
Above: Photos are with camera settings either "vivid" or "auto"
It's better just to leave things alone.
The Second Book of The Tao
Compiled and adapted from the
Chuang-tze and the Chung Yung,
with commentaries
by
Stephen Mitchell
The Second Book of The Tao
Compiled and adapted from the
Chuang-tze and the Chung Yung,
with commentaries
by
Stephen Mitchell
The Second Book of The Tao
Compiled and adapted from the
Chuang-tze and the Chung Yung,
with commentaries
by
Stephen Mitchell
Compiled and adapted from the
Chuang-tze and the Chung Yung,
with commentaries
by
Stephen Mitchell
COMMENTARY
There are paradoxes born of wit and paradoxes born of insight.
No thought is true,
but some thoughts are so much truer than the ones we’re used to
that they seem absurd at first glance.
It’s all a question of perspective.
There are paradoxes born of wit and paradoxes born of insight.
No thought is true,
but some thoughts are so much truer than the ones we’re used to
that they seem absurd at first glance.
It’s all a question of perspective.
Down at the level of the micro, there is no macro.
If you get small enough, you see that the world isn’t solid
and that uncertainty is the only thing that’s certain, perhaps.
Thus, everything the electron meets is electronal.
Ditto a galaxy: its consciousness, if it has one, is as little aware of a planet
as you are of a corpuscle.
If you get small enough, you see that the world isn’t solid
and that uncertainty is the only thing that’s certain, perhaps.
Thus, everything the electron meets is electronal.
Ditto a galaxy: its consciousness, if it has one, is as little aware of a planet
as you are of a corpuscle.
We can’t stand outside the system and point to what’s real,
because what’s real is defined by the system.
This is relativity writ large.
The fastest thing in the universe isn’t light:
it’s mind.
because what’s real is defined by the system.
This is relativity writ large.
The fastest thing in the universe isn’t light:
it’s mind.
All things may be one with me, but am I one with them?
That’s the issue.
And once I am one, what then?
That’s the issue.
And once I am one, what then?
Even the one is excessive for anyone who wants to be meticulous.
Look where it leads, after all—to two, to three, to infinity,
to an infinity of infinities and beyond:
always the unattainable, unassuageable beyond.
Look where it leads, after all—to two, to three, to infinity,
to an infinity of infinities and beyond:
always the unattainable, unassuageable beyond.
Of course, the nothing is out of the question as well,
since there’s already a word for it.
Not one?
Not nothing?
since there’s already a word for it.
Not one?
Not nothing?
This leaves you in an ideal position: speechless, delighted,
and ready to say the most nonsensical things,
if only they make sense.
The Second Book of The Tao
Compiled and adapted from the
Chuang-tze and the Chung Yung,
with commentaries
by
Stephen Mitchell
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
Rumi
and I intend to end up there.
Rumi
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.
This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
–Rumi
Coleman Barks version
full writing here:
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/06/question_25.html
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.
This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
–Rumi
Coleman Barks version
full writing here:
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/06/question_25.html
At end of the afternoon beach stroll, while Resting on chair, this bird hovered and circled over me and landed only a few feet from my chair....stayed for the longest....then moved towards ocean as i went towards her with camera....what Confirmation/Reminder of so much that Happened today.
Words create words, reality is silent.
–Nisargadatta
–Nisargadatta
TAO #7
Nothing in the world is bigger
than the tip of an autumn hair,
and Mount Everest is tiny.
No one in the world has lived longer
than a stillborn child,
and Methuselah died young.
The universe came into being
the moment that I was born,
and all things are one with me.
Since all things are one,
how can I put that into words?
But since I just said they are one,
how can my words mean nothing?
The one plus my words make two,
and the two plus the one make three.
If we continue in this way,
even the greatest mathematician
couldn’t calculate where it will end.
It's better just to leave things alone.
The Second Book of The Tao
Compiled and adapted from the
Chuang-tze and the Chung Yung,
with commentaries
by
Stephen Mitchell
COMMENTARY
There are paradoxes born of wit and paradoxes born of insight
. No thought is true, but some thoughts are so much truer
than the ones we’re used to that they seem absurd at first glance.
It’s all a question of perspective.
Down at the level of the micro, there is no macro.
If you get small enough, you see that the world isn’t solid
and that uncertainty is the only thing that’s certain, perhaps.
Thus, everything the electron meets is electronal.
Ditto a galaxy: its consciousness, if it has one, is as little aware of a planet
as you are of a corpuscle.
We can’t stand outside the system and point to what’s real,
because what’s real is defined by the system.
This is relativity writ large.
The fastest thing in the universe isn’t light:
it’s mind.
All things may be one with me, but am I one with them?
That’s the issue.
And once I am one, what then?
Even the one is excessive for anyone who wants to be meticulous.
Look where it leads, after all—to two, to three, to infinity,
to an infinity of infinities and beyond:
always the unattainable, unassuageable beyond.
Of course, the nothing is out of the question as well,
since there’s already a word for it.
Not one?
Not nothing?
This leaves you in an ideal position: speechless, delighted,
and ready to say the most nonsensical things,
if only they make sense.
The Second Book of The Tao
Compiled and adapted from the
Chuang-tze and the Chung Yung,
with commentaries
by
Stephen Mitchell
There are paradoxes born of wit and paradoxes born of insight
. No thought is true, but some thoughts are so much truer
than the ones we’re used to that they seem absurd at first glance.
It’s all a question of perspective.
Down at the level of the micro, there is no macro.
If you get small enough, you see that the world isn’t solid
and that uncertainty is the only thing that’s certain, perhaps.
Thus, everything the electron meets is electronal.
Ditto a galaxy: its consciousness, if it has one, is as little aware of a planet
as you are of a corpuscle.
We can’t stand outside the system and point to what’s real,
because what’s real is defined by the system.
This is relativity writ large.
The fastest thing in the universe isn’t light:
it’s mind.
All things may be one with me, but am I one with them?
That’s the issue.
And once I am one, what then?
Even the one is excessive for anyone who wants to be meticulous.
Look where it leads, after all—to two, to three, to infinity,
to an infinity of infinities and beyond:
always the unattainable, unassuageable beyond.
Of course, the nothing is out of the question as well,
since there’s already a word for it.
Not one?
Not nothing?
This leaves you in an ideal position: speechless, delighted,
and ready to say the most nonsensical things,
if only they make sense.
The Second Book of The Tao
Compiled and adapted from the
Chuang-tze and the Chung Yung,
with commentaries
by
Stephen Mitchell
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
**
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.
This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
–Rumi
Coleman Barks version
full writing here:
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/06/question_25.html
and I intend to end up there.
**
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.
This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
–Rumi
Coleman Barks version
full writing here:
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/06/question_25.html
The moment you start talking you create a verbal universe, a universe of words, ideas, concepts and abstractions, interwoven and inter-dependent, most wonderfully generating, supporting and explaining each other and yet all without essence or substance, mere creations of the mind.
Words create words, reality is silent.
–Nisargadatta
Words create words, reality is silent.
–Nisargadatta
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