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taperoo2k at 09:43pm on 23/04/2005
taperoo2k at 09:43pm on 23/04/2005Into a soul absolutely free
From thoughts and emotion,
Even the tiger finds no room
To insert it's fierce claws.
Once the same breeze passes
Over the pines on the mountain
And the oak trees in the valley;
And why do they give different notes ?
No thinking, no reflecting,
Perfect emptiness;
Yet therin something moves,
Following it's own course.
The eye sees it,
But no hands can take hold of it -
The Moon in the stream.
Clouds and mists,
They are midair transformations;
Above them eternally shine the sun and moon.
Victory is for the one,
Even before the combat,
Who has no thought of himself,
Abiding in the no-mind-ness of Great Origin
From thoughts and emotion,
Even the tiger finds no room
To insert it's fierce claws.
Once the same breeze passes
Over the pines on the mountain
And the oak trees in the valley;
And why do they give different notes ?
No thinking, no reflecting,
Perfect emptiness;
Yet therin something moves,
Following it's own course.
The eye sees it,
But no hands can take hold of it -
The Moon in the stream.
Clouds and mists,
They are midair transformations;
Above them eternally shine the sun and moon.
Victory is for the one,
Even before the combat,
Who has no thought of himself,
Abiding in the no-mind-ness of Great Origin