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Friday Poetry Corner Tribute to the Incalculable Tao

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    Friday Poetry Corner Tribute to the Incalculable Tao

    There is a thing, formless yet complete.
    Before heaven and earth it existed.

    Without sound, without substance,
    it stands alone and unchanging.

    It is all-pervading and unfailing.

    One may think of it as the mother of all beneath Heaven.
    We do not know its name, but we call it Tao.



    Planetary nebula NGC 6543, shells and jets of gas ejected from the death throes of a star one thousand years ago. Photo: J.P. Harrington and K.J. Borkowski, Hubble Space Telescope, NASA.




    #2
    a tribute to

    the incalculable...

    εν αρχη ην ο λογος και ο λογος ην προς τον θεον και θεος ην ο λογος...

    εν αυτω ζωη ην και η ζωη ην το φως των ανθρωπων

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      #3
      Therefore let people hold on to these:
      Manifest plainness,
      Embrace simplicity,

      Reduce selfishness,
      Have few desires.


      He who hoards most will lose heavily,
      He who is contented suffers no disgrace.


      Avoid overconsumption.






      There is no calamity greater than lavish desires.
      There is no greater guilt than discontentment.
      And there is no greater disaster than greed.
      He who is contented with contentment is always contented.

      The courts are exceedingly splendid,
      while the fields are exceedingly weedy,
      and the granaries are exceedingly empty.

      Elegant clothes are worn,
      sharp weapons are carried,
      Foods and drinks are enjoyed beyond limit,
      And wealth and treasures are accumulated in excess.

      This is robbery and extravagance.
      This is indeed not the Tao




      Last edited by AlfredJPruffock; 21 April 2006, 11:16.

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        #4
        i see your manifest plainness and raise you a


        To you men, I call! I send my voice to the sons of mankind.
        You simple, understand prudence. You fools, be of an understanding heart.
        Hear, for I will speak excellent things. The opening of my lips is for right things.
        For my mouth speaks truth. Wickedness is an abomination to my lips.
        All the words of my mouth are in righteousness. There is nothing crooked or perverse in them.
        They are all plain to him who understands, right to those who find knowledge.
        Receive my instruction rather than silver; knowledge rather than choice gold.
        For wisdom is better than rubies. All the things that may be desired can't be compared to it.

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          #5
          AJP

          I have posted some incredibly fine poetry on the Test Please Delete thread.
          Hard Brexit now!
          #prayfornodeal

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            #6
            Originally posted by scotspine
            the incalculable...

            εν αρχη ην ο λογος και ο λογος ην προς τον θεον και θεος ην ο λογος...

            εν αυτω ζωη ην και η ζωη ην το φως των ανθρωπων
            Uberegnelig...

            I Begyndelsen var Ordet, og Ordet var hos Gud, og Ordet var Gud.

            I det var Liv, og Livet var Menneskenes Lys.
            Insanity: repeating the same actions, but expecting different results.
            threadeds website, and here's my blog.

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              #7
              Tribute to the incalculable Moody Blues

              Between the eyes and ears there lie
              The sounds of colour and the light of a sigh
              And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe
              But it's all around if we could but perceive

              To know ultraviolet, infrared and X-rays
              Beauty to find in so many ways
              Two notes of the chord, that's our full scope
              But to reach the chord is our life's hope
              And to name the chord is important to some
              So they give a word, and the word is...

              OM
              (\__/)
              (>'.'<)
              ("")("") Born to Drink. Forced to Work

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                #8
                Truthful words are not beautiful.
                Beautiful words are not truthful.
                Good men do not argue.
                Those who argue are not good.
                Those who know are not learned.
                The learned do not know.
                The sage never tries to store things up.
                The more he does for others, the more he has.
                The more he gives to others, the greater his abundance.
                The Tao of heaven is pointed but does no harm.
                The Tao of the sage is work without effort.
                Insanity: repeating the same actions, but expecting different results.
                threadeds website, and here's my blog.

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                  #9
                  I always liked this from Pink Floyd

                  The day the tigers broke free

                  It was just before dawn
                  One miserable morning in black '44
                  When the forward commander
                  Was told to sit tight
                  When he asked that his men be withdrawn
                  And the generals gave thanks
                  As the other ranks
                  Held back the enemy tanks for a while
                  And the Anzio bridghead was held for the price
                  Of a few hundred ordinary lives

                  And kind old King George sent mother a note
                  When he heard that father was gone
                  It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll
                  With gold leaf and all
                  And I found it one day
                  In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away
                  And my eyes still grow damp
                  To remember
                  That his majesty signed
                  With his own rubber stamp

                  It was dark all around
                  There was frost in the ground
                  When the tigers broke free
                  And no one survived from the Royal Fusiliers, Company C
                  They were all left behind
                  Most of them dead
                  The rest of them dying
                  And that's how the high command
                  Took my daddy from me
                  (\__/)
                  (>'.'<)
                  ("")("") Born to Drink. Forced to Work

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                    #10
                    The Tao that can be told of is not the eternal Tao;
                    the name that can be named is not the eternal name.

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