Tag Archives: Tao

No Need for Ordering About

Calm mind eludes when meditation and yoga cannot permeate the chaos. My mind swirls, unable to still. In response, my body’s signals are mixed. Thoughts dominate, as if they were judgments needing only a signature to become law.

The challenge is not to let any of these judgments reach their goal–becoming an executive order, destroying the balance of the day. In equanimity, there is no need for ordering about, executive or otherwise.

There is only the nameless–the Tao, the web without a weaver, the Universe, God—and the named, the 10,000 things that are manifestations of the nameless.

It is the anchored and the free, the yin and the yang, inextricably intertwined, incapable of existing without each other. How else to be whole unless there are halves?

In equanimity, emotions are ever adjusting, like a set of scales. I know this to be true but it is difficult on mornings when a fury of energy surges through them, desperately seeking to attach to a judgment and make it law.

It is exhausting, this fury, and it is futile. My energy  settles when I focus on being and not on doing, when I experience breathing rather than thinking about breathing. Experience dissipates thought.

Without any fuss, a sunrise becomes a sunset—such is the nameless and the named.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.

What Speaks More Eloquently?

There is a sacredness in tears.

They are not the mark of weakness but of power.

They speak more eloquently than 10,000 tongues.

They are the messengers of overwhelming grief,

of deep contrition, of unspeakable love.

 (Washington Irving)

I am reminded of the Tao— “both named and nameless”— eloquent and mysterious in its reverence for life. Such is the “sacredness in tears” that “speaks more eloquently than 10,000 tongues.”

Tears fall into crevices long forgotten or never explored. Water is the giver of life; tears restore. What can be more sacred–more reverent–than these messengers of love and loss?

I’m quick to associate tears with grief and contrition–a cleansing–it is only in my later years that I know the joy of tears, their unspeakable love—for me, more nameless than named.

Such love is the source of sacredness to which all tears flow. It is a river of joy, the source of 10,000 things, knowable and unknowable.

“Mystery is the doorway to all understanding” is what I learned in the Tao. My imagination was and remains the only way through. Rarely, do I understand. But that’s not the point. Not anymore. The mere experience is enough.

It needs no name. There is no need to speak of it. It is the heart that fills up and spills over, the well of unspeakable love.

Empty yourself of everything.

Let the mind become still.

The 10,000 things rise and fall,

while the Self

watches their return.

They grow and flourish and

then Return to the Source.

Returning to the Source is

stillness, which is

the Way of Nature.

 Lao Tsu
Tao Te Ching

 Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.

The Waters of the Open Mind

In hindsight, clarity is without parallel, especially when unmasking old behaviors. I used to label each occurrence but chronic illness, Zen master that it is, taught me to downsize.water-drops

I am no longer caught up in specificity–each drama is a variation on the same old theme–I am either avoiding pain by denying a story or in clinging to a storyline, I’m attaching to pain.

I know of no scenario that does not fit aversion or attachment. However, it is one thing to “categorize” a scenario, and it is another to let it go.

Regardless, I must move out of my individual story and into the waters of the open mind, feeling all that it is to be one human among many.

I open to you, your struggle; you to me and mine.

It is a gentle flow, time transcendent, our connection in compassion, like water flowing through rock.

Water gives life to the 10,000 things and does not strive…

(Verse eight)

Together, neither does either one of us.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity in daily doses. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.