Sublime

But most of it does not mean all of it. Sometimes I felt like I was trying to see through a wall.

True emptiness is also empty of emptiness and thus includes all things.

“Following unnamed rivers, lost upon the interpenetrating paths of distant mountains, My strength failing and my vitality exhausted, I cannot find the ox . . . Far from home, I see many cross-roads, but which way is the right one I know not. Greed and fear, good and bad, entangle me.” —First Oxherding Picture

And in the land of the cuckoo, Lao-tzu finally achieved anonymity as well as immortality.

In his commentary, Nan Huai-chin likens “So it is, Subhuti. So it is” to an enigma that doesn’t make sense until we solve it ourselves. And he cites the story about Chinhua Chu-ti. Master Chinhua Chu-ti learned One-Finger Zen from Hangchou T’ien-lung, and this is all he taught. Whenever anyone asked for instruction, he held up one finger and nothin

and warmth and movement of the material elements arise without a creator,

“truths that transcend words.”

The inexhaustible Depth of the Tao bubbles up from nowhere like a Spring.

It is always Empty, yet contains all within itself. It is Deep and Still. It dwells amongst the Myriad Things but is never subject to them. It is discovered through Self-Cultivation.

Smooth the Harsh Edges

Of Breath-Energy,

Loosen the Tangles

Of Worldly Emotion,

Glow with a Soft

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