Let's read some poems

[awaken]

Lu don bin made a lot of beautiful dao poems.

 

他未知吾道

 

He doesn't know my way

 

分明假作真

 

He treat the fake as the truth

 

觀天之大道

 

Watching the great way of world

 

 

執天之大行

 

Doing the great working of the world

 

It's difficult for lu to find a man to know the great dao.

 

He saw a lot of misunderstand the great dao.

 

So, he only can continue his way.

[awaken]

無念方能靜

 

Only no thoughts can be quiet.

 

靜中氣歸平

 

In the quiet, qi come back to be stable.

[awaken]

朝泛浮名暮卻還

 

Floating the names at day, but back at night

 

洞中日月我為天

 

The sun and moon in the hole is all my sky

 

匣中寶劍時時吼

 

The sword in the scabbard yelling all the time

 

不遇志人誓不傳

 

Won't teach unless meet the willing guy

Edited April 20, 2017 by awaken

[awaken]

學道需教徹骨貧

 

learning dao can stand for being poor

 

囊中只是五三文

 

Only 3 or 5 dollars in the pocket

 

有人問我修行法

 

Someone ask me the methods of training

 

遙指天邊日月輪

 

Point at the sun and moon in the sky

[Drifting_Through_Infinity]

Here I am, a note in the cosmic music.

Here I am, a wave moving to and fro.
I know not where I am going. I care not where I am.
I am an eye of the cosmic musician,
who with eyes can see great,
and without eyes can see greater.

[shazlor]

Ooo I do like Lu Dao poems. If you have more in Chinese you care to translate that would be doing us English spell\il/literates a service.....

 

Here's one I've injoyed before;

[Starjumper]

The Spell of the Yukon

I wanted the gold, and I sought it,
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy -- I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it --
Came out with a fortune last fall, --
Yet somehow life's not what I thought it,
And somehow the gold isn't all.
No! There's the land. (Have you seen it?)
It's the cussedest land that I know,
From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it
To the deep, deathlike valleys below.
Some say God was tired when He made it;
Some say it's a fine land to shun;
Maybe; but there's some as would trade it
For no land on earth -- and I'm one.
You come to get rich (damned good reason);
You feel like an exile at first;
You hate it like hell for a season,
And then you are worse than the worst.
It grips you like some kinds of sinning;
It twists you from foe to a friend;
It seems it's been since the beginning;
It seems it will be to the end.
I've stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow
That's plumb-full of hush to the brim;
I've watched the big, husky sun wallow
In crimson and gold, and grow dim,
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,
And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;
And I've thought that I surely was dreaming,
With the peace o' the world piled on top.
The summer -- no sweeter was ever;
The sunshiny woods all athrill;
The grayling aleap in the river,
The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness;
The wilds where the caribou call;
The freshness, the freedom, the farness --
O God! how I'm stuck on it all.
The winter! the brightness that blinds you,
The white land locked tight as a drum,
The cold fear that follows and finds you,
The silence that bludgeons you dumb.
The snows that are older than history,
The woods where the weird shadows slant;
The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,
I've bade 'em good-by -- but I can't.
There's a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There are hardships that nobody reckons;
There are valleys unpeopled and still;
There's a land -- oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back -- and I will.
They're making my money diminish;
I'm sick of the taste of champagne.
Thank God! when I'm skinned to a finish
I'll pike to the Yukon again.
I'll fight -- and you bet it's no sham-fight;
It's hell! -- but I've been there before;
And it's better than this by a damsite --
So me for the Yukon once more.
There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting;
It's luring me on as of old;
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting
So much as just finding the gold.
It's the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder,
It's the forests where silence has lease;
It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
It's the stillness that fills me with peace.

  ~ Robert Service

[awaken]

茫茫宇宙人無數，幾個男兒是丈夫

 

There are so many people in the universe.

 

How many men are 丈夫Jan fu?

 

丈夫 Jan fu means the man who have great willing to get into dao.

[awaken]

無象無形潛造化

 

無 no

象 phenomenon

無 no

形 shape

潛 dive in

造化 the change of great nature

 

no phenomenon or shape but Change deeply,

 

有門有戶在乾坤

 

有 have

門 door

有 have

戶 window

在 in, at

乾 means yang

坤 means Ying

 

 

in Ying yang, there is a door secretly

Edited April 25, 2017 by awaken

[dwai]

I had me a thought one day...

I had to find my self I said.

I set off on an adventure...

Shook off that feeling of impending death.

 

I read the books, I asked the wise...

I felt compelled to fight the tide.

The words they said, "do this", "do that"...

The wise looked at me and smiled.

 

They told me "stop your seeking"...

"That which you look for, you can't find in outside".

I didn't understand what they meant...

On their wisdom I could not rely.

 

So I looked for “IT”, here and there...

tried to find it everywhere.

It eluded me, o despair...

it just didn't seem fair!

 

When I sat down, tired and half-dead...

A thought arose in my mind.

Who is it that seeks the self?

Who is behind this thought in my head?

 

I looked again, but couldn't find...

It wasn't in my body, it wasn't in my head.

it wasn't in my senses, or even in my mind...

Who was it that was looking?

 

When I finally stopped looking, the mind took a break...

In that stillness, was the fountainhead. 

That which I sought, was nowhere to be found...

Because it was not a thing at all.

[awaken]

此道幽微知者少

茫茫塵世與誰論

 

此 this

道 dao

幽 deep

微 little，tiny

知者 the one who knows it

少 very few

 

茫茫

塵世 the world

與 with

誰 who

論 talk to

 

 

The dao is hidden deeply

Few people know it clearly

Though the world is so big

Who can talk the dao with me

Edited April 25, 2017 by awaken

[awaken]

迷徒爭與輕輕泄

此理須憑達者論

 

The students in blind fight to talk

But The dao

must be talked by having reached

Edited April 25, 2017 by awaken

[silent thunder]

I had me a thought one day...

I had to find my self I said.

I set off on an adventure...

Shook off that feeling of impending death.

 

I read the books, I asked the wise...

I felt compelled to fight the tide.

The words they said, "do this", "do that"...

The wise looked at me and smiled.

 

They told me "stop your seeking"...

"That which you look for, you can't find in outside".

I didn't understand what they meant...

On their wisdom I could not rely.

 

So I looked for “IT”, here and there...

tried to find it everywhere.

It eluded me, o despair...

it just didn't seem fair!

 

When I sat down, tired and half-dead...

A thought arose in my mind.

Who is it that seeks the self?

Who is behind this thought in my head?

 

I looked again, but couldn't find...

It wasn't in my body, it wasn't in my head.

it wasn't in my senses, or even in my mind...

Who was it that was looking?

 

When I finally stopped looking, the mind took a break...

In that stillness, was the fountainhead. 

That which I sought, was nowhere to be found...

Because it was not a thing at all.

that sums up much of my spiritual pursuits and experience over the last thirty years...

 

*deep bow*

thanks for sharing.

[Gerard]

Our brother Starjumper mentioned the Yukon river,

 

Please let me introduce the Vltava River (Czech Republic)

 

Two springs gush forth in the shade of the Bohemian forest, the one warm and swift flowing, the other cool and tranquil. 

 

Their waters join and rush joyously down the rocky bed, glistening in the light of the morning sun. 

 

The hurrying forest brook becomes the River Moldau (Vltava), which flows across the land of Bohemia, widening as it goes.

 

Passing through dark forests, the sounds of the hunter’s horn are heard ever nearer. 

 

Through meadowlands it passes where a wedding feast is being celebrated by peasants with song and dance. 

 

At night, water nymphs play in its gleaming depths in which are reflected fortresses and castles from the glorious past.

 

At the Rapids of St. John, the stream becomes a roaring cataract, beating its way through rocky chasms, widening at last into the majestic river that flows through Prague, greeted by the mighty old fortress, Vyšehrad, where it vanishes over the horizon lost to the poet’s sight.

 

And its magical sound by the Czech composer Bedřich Smetana

 

Enjoy!

 

[Starjumper]

I envision this song as being one of a Nei Kung master wishing to encounter 'the one' - student to go far.

 

Come Waltz with Me ...

 

Come walk with me and let go of the way you are going 
Come talk to me and I'll tell you what's really worth knowing 
Life's much too good, my friend. Don't let it end. 

Come dance with me and I'll give you a gift worth giving 
Take a chance with me and I'll show you a life that's worth living
Life's much too good, my friend. Don't let it end.

Come waltz with me and let go of the way you are going
Come talk to me and I'll tell you what's really worth knowing
Life's much too good, my friend. Don't let it end.

Come dance with me and I'll give you a gift worth giving
Take a chance with me and I'll show you a life that's worth living
Life's much too good, my friend. Don't let it end.

 

 

[Starjumper]

So here is that poem/song to listen too

 

 

Come walk with me and let go of the way you are going 
Come talk to me and I'll tell you what's really worth knowing 
Life's much too good, my friend. Don't let it end. 

Come dance with me and I'll give you a gift worth giving 
Take a chance with me and I'll show you a life that's worth living
Life's much too good, my friend. Don't let it end.

Come walk with me and let go of the way you are going
Come talk to me and I'll tell you what's really worth knowing
Life's much too good, my friend. Don't let it end.

Come dance with me and I'll give you a gift worth giving
Take a chance with me and I'll show you a life that's worth living
Life's much too good, my friend. Don't let it end.

 

[exorcist_1699]

Likely the most  famous Taoist poem , written by Shao Yong, a Sung Dynasty scholar, regarding Taoist  cultivation ,is :

 

 

"乾遇巽時觀月窟, 地逢雷處見天根, 天根月窟閑來往, 三十六宫都是春"  

 

On the other hand , the  Buddhist poem that I love most, talking about  Buddhist methodology , is :

 

"法本法無法, 無法法亦法, 將付無法時, 法法何曾法"

 

(" Buddhist way is originally based on no-way , we can't deny that no-way is still a way ; when teaching you what no-way is  , do I  really need to adopt any other ways ? " )

 

Buddhist way-less Way,  Yi's  trigram scenarios  and Taoist capability of doing anything through non-doing  ( "無為無不為" )  ,is all   the great Eastern spiritual creation. 

It is only after  having this  creation  united with the Western Mind, when we can skilfully use them as we get adapted to  mathematical reasoning, for example , should we understand   what human intelligence is and  has its fullness grasped in  our hands .

 

Although there exists a heritage of Christian spiritual healing , compared with the Taoist or Buddhist one, the Western one is just too rough , lacking those necessary details and  deep layers to claim her glory ...

Edited June 28, 2017 by exorcist_1699