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Tao Te Ching – Lao Tzu – Chapter 35

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執大象,天下往。
往而不害,安平大。
樂與餌,過客止。
道之出口,淡乎其無味,視之不足見,聽之不足聞,用之不足既。

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The whole world goes towards he who holds in his hands the Great Image (of the invisible Tao), where there will be no harm, but peace and ease.

Music and food will make passerby stop.
But though the Tao has no flavor, can’t be seen, nor be heard, its use is inexhaustible.

This chapter uses music and food to compare with Tao. The world loves both food and music, but there is the question about how many people know and practice the “Tao.” Therefore, Lao Tzu uses music and food to compare with Tao, to awaken the world and hope that the world will know the benefits of Tao more than music and food.

“Tao” is not spoken of by mouth. If “Tao” is spoken out of a mouth, it is light and tasteless; “Tao” is immaculate and full of silence in the universe, and though it can not be seen or heard it is inexhaustible. Inexhaustible and everything relies on it, this is the magic of “Tao”.

Confucius Studies Music

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Confucius learned music from Xiang Zi. After the teacher taught him a piece of music, he played it every day to practice. He didn’t look bored at all, and his techniques soon grew from amateurish to proficient.

Ten days later, the teacher said to him, “You have played this song very well, now you can learn a new song!”

Confucius stood up and said respectfully, “Although I have learned this form of music, I have not mastered the skill of playing.”

Many days passed, and the teacher felt that Confucius’s technique had improved even more. His music was harmonious to people’s ears, so the teacher said: “You have mastered the playing skill, you can learn a new song now!”

Confucius said, “Although I have mastered the skill of playing, I have not yet grasped the thought and emotion of this piece of music!”

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Many days later, the teacher came to listen to his playing, and he was captivated by his beautiful playing. “You have grasped the thought and emotion of this piece of music, will you learn a new song?” He asked with a sigh.

Confucius replied, “Although I play well, I do not yet know whose song this is.”

Only a few days later, Confucius asked his teacher to come and listen to the music. “You already know whose song this is?” The teacher asked him, surprised.

Confucius said excitedly, “Yes! The man is tall and well built, his face is dark, his eyes look up to the sky, and his heart is full of influence. Is he the King of Zhou?”

The teacher was surprised and admired him, he said excitedly, “You are right! My teacher once told me that this song is called Wen Wang Cao. You have reached such a high level of knowledge with your tireless studying!”

Note:
King Wen of Zhou (Chinese: 周文王; pinyin: Zhōu Wén Wáng; 1152 – 1056 BC) was king of Zhou during the late Shang dynasty in ancient China. Although it was his son Wu who conquered the Shang following the Battle of Muye, King Wen was honored as the founder of the Zhou dynasty. A large number of the hymns of the Classic of Poetry are praises to the legacy of King Wen. Some consider him the first epic hero of Chinese history.

Tao Te Ching – Lao Tzu – Chapter 34

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大道汎兮,其可左右。
萬物恃之而生而不辭,功成不名有。
衣養萬物而不為主,常無欲,可名於小;
萬物歸焉,而不為主,可名為大。
以其終不自為大,故能成其大。

The great Tao flows everywhere, both to the left and to the right.
All things depend upon it; it holds nothing back.
It fulfills its purpose and makes no claim.

It nourishes all things,
And yet does not dominate them.
It has no desire; you can name it small.

All things return to it,
Yet it does not master them,
you can name it great.

It does not show its greatness,
And it is therefore great.

This chapter of Lao Tzu emphasizes the greatness of Tao. How great is Tao?

1. Tao fills the whole universe, and it moves freely in all directions.

2. Everything relies on “Tao” to raise and nourish them. “Tao” never ceases to exist and does not exist for itself.

3. “Tao” nurtures all things, rather than dominating all things so that all things can survive and develop; it can be said to be small.

4. All things are thankful and return to the “Tao,” while the “Tao” still does not control them, and it gives them the freedom to live to develop, thus “Tao” can be called great.

5. “Tao” never thinks of itself as great, so that it can achieve the greatness of “Tao.”

Is There a Heaven?

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One day, I met one of my friends that I hadn’t seen for a long time. He does not believe in God, but when he saw me, the first question he asked me was “Do you know whether there is a heaven or not?” I was surprised about this question, knowing his view on religion. He looked at my facial expression and knew that I was confused. He told me the story of his father.

When his father was 38 years old, he passed away. He was put into a morgue drawer, and two doctors had already signed off on his death certificate. A third one had not signed off yet, so he could not be cremated or buried. His father remembers feeling like he was rising, and he looked down and saw himself lying there. As he kept going up, he went through the building and went through the clouds. He rose higher until he could see massive double doors that looked very solemn, but serene. He tried his best to open them, but he couldn’t because they were too heavy. He didn’t know where he was and he wanted to go through the doors to find out. All of a sudden, those doors opened, and when he looked inside, he saw people in there – his father and relatives. They all seemed very happy and joyous. Because they were there, he wanted to go in. But somehow, it was like his feet were nailed to the ground, and he couldn’t move them to take a step.

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After he struggled, he finally gave up because he couldn’t move at all. All of a sudden, he heard a booming and stern voice and recognized it like his grandma’s voice. But the sound was full of power, and she said to him, “You are too young to come here. Go back.”

At that moment, he felt like he was falling back to where he was in that freezer. He started to push at the drawer, trying to get out of it. Suddenly, he felt the drawer begin to slide out, and he stepped out of the drawer. It was dark, so he was using his hands to figure out where he was. Suddenly, the lights turned on, and it was so bright that he could hardly see. Later on, he realized it was the third doctor coming into the morgue to sign his death papers.

So my friend asked me again and said, “I think I believe in God now. I think there’s a heaven.”
One day, I met one of my friends that I hadn’t seen for a long time. He does not believe in God, but when he saw me, the first question he asked me was “Do you know whether there is a heaven or not?” I was surprised about this question, knowing his view on religion. He looked at my facial expression and knew that I was confused. He told me the story of his father.

When his father was 38 years old, he passed away. He was put into a morgue drawer, and two doctors had already signed off on his death certificate. A third one had not signed off yet, so he could not be cremated or buried. His father remembers feeling like he was rising, and he looked down and saw himself lying there. As he kept going up, he went through the building and went through the clouds. He rose higher until he could see massive double doors that looked very solemn, but serene. He tried his best to open them, but he couldn’t because they were too heavy. He didn’t know where he was and he wanted to go through the doors to find out. All of a sudden, those doors opened, and when he looked inside, he saw people in there – his father and relatives. They all seemed very happy and joyous. Because they were there, he wanted to go in. But somehow, it was like his feet were nailed to the ground, and he couldn’t move them to take a step.

After he struggled, he finally gave up because he couldn’t move at all. All of a sudden, he heard a booming and stern voice and recognized it like his grandma’s voice. But the sound was full of power, and she said to him, “You are too young to come here. Go back.”

At that moment, he felt like he was falling back to where he was in that freezer. He started to push at the drawer, trying to get out of it. Suddenly, he felt the drawer begin to slide out, and he stepped out of the drawer. It was dark, so he was using his hands to figure out where he was. Suddenly, the lights turned on, and it was so bright that he could hardly see. Later on, he realized it was the third doctor coming into the morgue to sign his death papers.

So my friend asked me again and said, “I think I believe in God now. I think there’s a heaven.”

Healing…To This Day

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I have saved this best anti-bullying speech/poetry ever made on my blog since 2013. Somehow I did not know why I did not publish it. After watching this animated spoken-word poem “To This Day,” by Canadian poet Shane Koyczan again,  I can’t help but share it with you here.

The video was posted to YouTube on Feb. 19, 2013, and it has been viewed more than 22 million times. Mr. Koyczan told the stories of bullied children. He described the trauma and the battle that the youth have to go through, and yet there is always an existence of hope and beauty of life.

We thank Mr. Koyczan for his inspiring and powerful message and the artists who contributed their amazing artworks in this video. May this film help stop bullying and change the lives of millions all over the world to be better and more beautiful.

The poem (by Shane Koyczan)

My experiences with violence in schools still echo throughout my life but standing to face the problem has helped me in immeasurable ways.

I wrote “To This Day,” a spoken word poem, to further explore the profound and lasting impact that bullying can have on an individual.

Schools and families are in desperate need of proper tools to confront this problem. We can give them a starting point… A message that will have a far reaching and long lasting effect in confronting bullying.

To This Day by Shane Koyczan

When I was a kid
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
and because my grandmother thought it was cute
and because they were my favourite
she let me keep doing it

not really a big deal

one day
before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
I fell out of a tree
and bruised the right side of my body

I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it
because I was afraid I’d get in trouble
for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been

a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
and I got sent to the principal’s office
from there I was sent to another small room
with a really nice lady
who asked me all kinds of questions
about my life at home

I saw no reason to lie
as far as I was concerned
life was pretty good
I told her “whenever I’m sad
my grandmother gives me karate chops”

this led to a full scale investigation
and I was removed from the house for three days
until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises

news of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
and I earned my first nickname

pork chop

to this day
I hate pork chops

I’m not the only kid
who grew up this way
surrounded by people who used to say
that rhyme about sticks and stones
as if broken bones
hurt more than the names we got called
and we got called them all
so we grew up believing no one
would ever fall in love with us
that we’d be lonely forever
that we’d never meet someone
to make us feel like the sun
was something they built for us
in their tool shed
so broken heart strings bled the blues
as we tried to empty ourselves
so we would feel nothing
don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
that an ingrown life
is something surgeons can cut away
that there’s no way for it to metastasize

it does

she was eight years old
our first day of grade three
when she got called ugly
we both got moved to the back of the class
so we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
but the school halls were a battleground
where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
we used to stay inside for recess
because outside was worse
outside we’d have to rehearse running away
or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
in grade five they taped a sign to her desk
that read beware of dog

to this day
despite a loving husband
she doesn’t think she’s beautiful
because of a birthmark
that takes up a little less than half of her face
kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
that someone tried to erase
but couldn’t quite get the job done
and they’ll never understand
that she’s raising two kids
whose definition of beauty
begins with the word mom
because they see her heart
before they see her skin
that she’s only ever always been amazing

he
was a broken branch
grafted onto a different family tree
adopted
but not because his parents opted for a different destiny
he was three when he became a mixed drink
of one part left alone
and two parts tragedy
started therapy in 8th grade
had a personality made up of tests and pills
lived like the uphills were mountains
and the downhills were cliffs
four fifths suicidal
a tidal wave of anti depressants
and an adolescence of being called popper
one part because of the pills
and ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
he tried to kill himself in grade ten
when a kid who still had his mom and dad
had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression
is something that can be remedied
by any of the contents found in a first aid kit

to this day
he is a stick on TNT lit from both ends
could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
in the moments before it’s about to fall
and despite an army of friends
who all call him an inspiration
he remains a conversation piece between people
who can’t understand
sometimes becoming drug free
has less to do with addiction
and more to do with sanity

we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way
to this day
kids are still being called names
the classics were
hey stupid
hey spaz
seems like each school has an arsenal of names
getting updated every year
and if a kid breaks in a school
and no one around chooses to hear
do they make a sound?
are they just the background noise
of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
when people say things like
kids can be cruel?
every school was a big top circus tent
and the pecking order went
from acrobats to lion tamers
from clowns to carnies
all of these were miles ahead of who we were
we were freaks
lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
oddities
juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
but at night
while the others slept
we kept walking the tightrope
it was practice
and yeah
some of us fell

but I want to tell them
that all of this shit
is just debris
leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
we used to be
and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself
get a better mirror
look a little closer
stare a little longer
because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
“they were wrong”
because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click
maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
to show and tell but never told
because how can you hold your ground
if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
you have to believe that they were wrong

they have to be wrong

why else would we still be here?
we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
because we see ourselves in them
we stem from a root planted in the belief
that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway
and if in some way we are
don’t worry
we only got out to walk and get gas
we are graduating members from the class of
fuck off we made it
not the faded echoes of voices crying out
names will never hurt me

of course
they did

but our lives will only ever always
continue to be
a balancing act
that has less to do with pain
and more to do with beauty.

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