Searching


Anita Rabinoff-Goldman, “Searching for God at Ramah” (quilt)

Where is Tao right now?
You say that it is all around me, but I
Only see my surroundings, only feel my own heartbeat.
Can you show me Tao without reasoning it out in my mind?
Can you help me see it here and now?
Can you help me feel it as doubtlessly as I touch?
You argue that Tao is beyond the senses,
But how do I know it exists?
You say that Tao is beyond definitions,
Then how will I understand it?
It is hard enough understanding the economy, my relationships,
The bewilderment of world events, violence, crime,
Drug abuse, political repression, and war.
With all these things requiring years to fathom,
How can I understand something that is
Colorless, nameless, flavorless, intangible, and silent?
Show me Tao! Show me Tao!

Look within, beyond the physical body; you have the faculties to do so. Focus your mind away from sensual input, and you will discover a new mode of perception. With this mode of perception, you can sense Tao. Once you search in this way, you will find Tao and have no doubts about it.

Deng Ming Tao, 365 Tao

The Tao
approaches those
who have stopped searching for
the Tao.

The Tao is not a concept
and cannot be spread by words.
The absolute needs no promotion,
for it is nowhere and everywhere.

How do you bring people into harmony with the Tao?
You can only point at the invisible.
It is like using sign language in the dark.
The mystery is that it works.

Even in slumber
I searched for her face,
like someone obsessed,
and when it became clear
I would never succeed,
and I stopped searching,
she appeared
not in glory but without trace,
and I saw my self in her face.

Look around you and see!
The world is overflowing with infinite Tao!
Everything comes from the Tao
and returns to the Tao.
She is neither cruel, nor kind.
She is vague, yet clear.
See her beauty in the setting sun!
She dances with the wind
and laughs with the clouds.
Her silence echoes across the valleys.
She is no thing, no where,
yet everywhere and everything.
She does not exist
and yet she has always been.
She does not know you,
yet she touches you everyday.

She is Tao,
Mysterious and Beautiful.

Jos Slabbert, The Tao is Tao

Others words speak better than mine today,
Of what I know, but can never say…

Namaste…

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