Friday, August 5, 2005

Great Knowledge

The work of Chuang Tzu is available to us as a result of the reading, reflection, and study of Thomas Merton, a Trappist monk.

In justifying his interest in the Eastern Taoist philosopher, the Christian Merton wrote:  "I think I may be pardoned for consorting with a Chinese recluse who shared the climate and peace of my own kind of solitude, and who is my own kind of person."

GREAT KNOWLEDGE

Chuang Tzu

Great knowledge sees all in one.

Small knowledge breaks down into the many.

 

When the body sleeps, the soul is enfolded in One.

When the body wakes, the openings begin to function.

They resound with every encounter

With all the varied business of life, the strivings of the heart;

Men are blocked, perplexed, lost in doubt

Little fears eat away their peace of heart.

Great fears swallow them whole.

Arrows shot at a target:  hit and miss, right and wrong.

That is what men call judgment, decision.

Their pronouncements are as final

As treaties between emperors.

O, they make their point!

Yet their arguments fall faster and feebler

Than dead leaves in autumn and winter.

Their talks flows out like piss.

Never to be recovered.

They stand at last, blocked, bound, and gagged,

Choked up like old drain pipes.

The mind fails.  It shall not see light again.

 

Pleasure and rage

Sadness and joy

Hopes and regrets

Change and stability

Weakness and decision

Impatience and sloth:

All are sounds from the same flute,

All mushrooms from the same wet mould.

Day and night follow one another and come upon us

Without our seeing how they sprout!

...

If there were no "that"

There would be no "this."

If there were no "this"

There would be nothing for all these winds to play on.

So far can we go.

But how shall we understand

What brings it about?

 

One may well suppose the True Governor

To be behind it all.  That such a Power works

I can believe.  I cannot see his form.

He acts, but has no form.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

I've never read this before and found it very moving.  The last lines really got to me.  It's so good to have you back in  journal action again.  I've got your post cards on my fridge and thought of you often while you were on your journey.

Anonymous said...

how wonderful to see merton mentioned ANYWHERE nowadays.   in the mid 60s his work was seminal to our spiritual development.   i was literaly weaned on SEVEN STOREY MOUNTAIN.    like the bill of rights ... he is virtually forgotten now.

Anonymous said...

Wonderful!
V

Anonymous said...

Thank you for sharing this.

Anonymous said...

Once Chuang Chou dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know he was Chuang Chou. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakeable Chuang Chou. But he didn't know if he was Chuang Chou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Chuang Chou.
Chaung Tzu

We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
Robert Frost

The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.
Charles Dickens

Marvelous stuff- Thanks again.
ggw07@aol.com

Anonymous said...

peace of heart


Wow.


Does he write like he is writing poems?  I love this.

Anonymous said...

very interesting. judi

Anonymous said...

The Need To Win
from The Way of Chuang Tzu [xix,4], Thomas Merton Translation

When an archer is shooting for nothing
He has all his skill.
If he shoots for a brass buckle
He is already nervous.
If he shoots for a prize of gold
He goes blind
Or sees two targets-
He is out of his mind!

His skill has not changed. But the prize
Divides him. He cares.
He thinks more of winning
Than of shooting -
And the need to win
Drains him of power.  

Sometimes it takes all my energy to stay on target. If you write from the heart, it is reward in itself- just to get it down.
ggw07@aol.com

Anonymous said...

Waiting in the South

Stream and rock
Resound together
Like a constant lute.
Even in idleness and sleep
Its quiet murmur
Washes my heart
Clean of the world's dust.
Don't overlook
Those twin rocks
Green with moss!
One night with their sound
Harmonizing the waters
Is worth to me
Ten thousand pieces of gold.

Po Chü-i (AD 772-846)


LOVE NEVER FAILS
Words adapted by Mindy Jostyn & Jacob Brackman
Music: American folk tune
(Concept inspired by Hal Hopson's "Gift Of Love")

Though I may speak with the heat of fire
And have the power to inspire
But have no love, I may as well
Beat a rusty drum, blow an empty shell

Though I may know all there is to know
And prophesy how the world will go
But have no love, then lost I am
My words are vain as grains of sand

Love is not proud,  makes no parade
Love keeps no score.  Love is not afraid
Love always hopes.  Love always hears
Love never fails, never disappears

http://www.mindyjostyn.com/demos.shtml
Click on:
LOVE NEVER FAILS

Thanks again for links and everything!  Stirring so much-

ggw07@aol.com




Anonymous said...

I love, "Their talk flows out like piss."  Now that's a line to remember.  

Anonymous said...

I also love the piss line.  I think it gets us past the sanctimonious level of spirituality.