Friday, December 19, 2014

The Beauty Of It All

A disheveled old man sits on a train reading a discarded newspaper. He is invisible, a man with no present and no future. All around him the well dressed up and comers, the real go-getters with their leather briefcases and bags stare blankly at their electronic devices or out the window. The train comes to a stop at the last station, downtown. The crowd shuffles out of the train like cattle and make their way up the stairs to the street above. As they do, three little birds take flight into the morning’s blue sky. Only the old man notices the beauty of it all.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Overcoming Grief

After the battle, many new ghosts cry,
The solitary old man worries and grieves.
Ragged clouds are low amid the dusk,
Snow dances quickly in the whirling wind.
The ladle's cast aside, the cup not green,
The stove still looks as if a fiery red.
To many places, communications are broken,
I sit, but cannot read my books for grief.

-Du Fu

Everyone has their own way of dealing with grief. Some deal with it better than others. We have probably all been there when something happens, something so distressing it leaves us incapacitated for a time. We are unable to think clearly, unable to perform the simplest of tasks. However, as time passes, so does the feeling of emptiness inside. Time takes time and it is then that we must remember the lessons of yin and yang. The sun will shine once again after the rain departs.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The Empty Boat

The Empty Boat
Who can free himself of achievement and fame, then descend and be lost amidst the masses of men? He will flow like the Dao, unseen. He will go about like life itself, with no name or no home. He is simple without. To others, he is a fool. His steps leave no trace, he has no power, he achieves nothing. He has no reputation. Since he judges no one, no one can judge him. Such is the perfect man whose boat is empty. – Chuang Tzu

Means and Ends

The purpose of a fish trap is to catch fish and when the fish have been caught, the trap is forgotten. The purpose of words is to express ideas. When the ideas have been grasped, the words are then forgotten. Where can I find a man who has forgotten all the words, for he is the one I wish to speak with. – Chuang Tzu