05-25-2015, 12:00 AM
i used to cling to things now i find things try to cling to me..
from Iron Flute
28. Lung-ya’s Ultimate Stage
A monk
asked Lung-ya, “What did old masters attain when they entered the
ultimate stage?” “They were like burglars sneaking into a vacant house,”
came the reply.
GENRŌ:
He walked the blade of a sword;
He stepped on the ice of a frozen river;
He entered the vacant house;
His desire to steal ceased forever.
He returned to his own home,
Saw the beautiful rays of the morning sun,
And watched the moon and stars intimately.
He walked the streets with ease,
Enjoying the gentle breeze.
At last he opened his treasure house.
Until that moment he never dreamed
He had owned those treasures from the very beginning.
from Iron Flute
28. Lung-ya’s Ultimate Stage
A monk
asked Lung-ya, “What did old masters attain when they entered the
ultimate stage?” “They were like burglars sneaking into a vacant house,”
came the reply.
GENRŌ:
He walked the blade of a sword;
He stepped on the ice of a frozen river;
He entered the vacant house;
His desire to steal ceased forever.
He returned to his own home,
Saw the beautiful rays of the morning sun,
And watched the moon and stars intimately.
He walked the streets with ease,
Enjoying the gentle breeze.
At last he opened his treasure house.
Until that moment he never dreamed
He had owned those treasures from the very beginning.