Posted on May 12th, 2019
My Master said:
That which acts on all and meddles in none-is heaven . . .
The Kingly Man realizes this, hides it in his heart,
Grows boundless, wide-minded, draws all to himself.
And so he lets the gold lie hidden in the mountain,
Leaves the pearl lying in the deep.
Goods and possessions are no gain in his eyes,
He stays far from wealth and honor.
Long life is no ground for joy, nor early death for sorrow.
Success is not for him t...
Posted on January 15th, 2019
have found an interesting discussion on the Cook by Chuang Tzu on Wikipedia http://www.philosophy.hku.hk/ch/zhuang.htm
does begin to get at what mastery begins.
Cook Ting was slicing up an oxen for Lord Wenhui. At
every push of his hand, every angle of his shoulder, every step with his feet,
every bend of his kneezip! zoop! he slithered the knife along with a zing, and
all was in perfect rhythm, as though he were dancing to Mulb...
Posted on January 11th, 2019
Prince Wen Hui’s cook
Was cutting up an ox.
Out went a hand,
Down went a shoulder,
He planted a foot,
He pressed with a knee,
The ox fell apart
With a whisper;
The bright cleaver murmured
Like a gentle wind.
Like a sacred dance,
Like "The Mulberry Grove,"
Like ancient harmonies!
"Good work!" the Prince exclaimed.
"Your method is faultless!"
"Method?" said the cook,
Laying aside his cleaver.
"What I follow is Tao,