Mati: Now I think there is a real benifit to study what the mystics had to say about DQ and try to assist us in understanding its beauty and capacity of DQ patterns from an intellectual/metaphyscial perspective.
Hello everyone, When the weather's fine I like to sit on my front porch and watch the people in the park across the street. Babbling children laugh and play under leafy trees; the adults sit rootedly gathered at green picnic tables talking and nodding among themselves agreeably, drinking beverages of their choice. My mind quiets its incessant chatter, wandering like a new-born before it has learned to smile, alone, with no one to break the silence. The people look happy. They wear fine clothes and their expensively colorful cars line the street. I am like an orphan, wearing a raggedy tee shirt, with holes in my blue jeans, and not a coin in my pockets. My heart is troubled... I don't know why. The people in the park look measured and precise in their actions, certain they belong. I am confused and feel out of place. I am as aimless as a breeze singing through the treetops. Later the people will go home driving their fine expensive cars and filled with their certainty and children in tow. They have a purpose. They know where they're going. I am unsure what to do or where to drift next. I haven't any worries though. The sun will rise in the morning and another day will start. The universe provides for me. That's the great mystery. There is no name for it; it's beyond reason and rationality. Always alone, always unchanging, encompassing everything. Some people call it God, or the Lord, or Allah, or Dynamic Quality, or the Tao. I call it just a path that has no name. It flows away to forever yet always returns, full of giving, never asking anything in return. I don't understand. I take care on the path not to do harm to anyone or anything, for I've found that harm always has a way of returning. I refrain from boasts or calling attention to myself because I do what I have to do, not what I choose to do. I wake in the morning with no intention for the day. The waking sensation flows into the world like a river flowing into the sea. I deplore weapons, using them only when forced, keeping them hidden otherwise. I notice some people like to display their weapons, hanging words and swords and guns along with the heads of dead animals on their walls, reveling in pain and death. But those people will never find any peace in the world, only fear and misery. Some people I know who are yearning for knowledge strive everyday to learn as much as they can. On the path I walk I strive everyday to forget as much as I can. While the others become filled with purpose and desire arising from their learning, I become empty, unable to accomplish anything. Others are constantly busy, always working yet never done. I sit and do nothing yet everything is done. We flow into life and ebb into death. Some of us are full of life while others dwell on death and finally perish. I notice people who are full of life never fear death. They live in harmony with the world around them. They don't live by law but by their own being. They shape the world without forcing it. They understand without preaching. They forgive disagreements and seek to ameliorate differences. We all have our dark side, our demons. These demons often cause harm to others. I say I'm sorry; I lost my temper. But there is a path that leads to peace. When I walk that path my demons lose the power to harm others. They don't lose their power, mind you. They will not harm others because I refuse to harm others. I call it responsibility. There are three promises that I carry in my heart. The first is compassion, through which I find courage. The second is restraint, where I discover strength. The third is unimportance, where I find influence. No person will last long if they're fearless without compassion, powerful without restraint, or influential with a feeling of importance. I nurture all things without trying to control them. I am the substance of all things, without exception, and so I should feel all-important. But I find I have no intention and so I am inconsequential. After all, who can tell the difference between yes and no? Why is this painting beautiful and that painting ugly? "The shadows that a swinging lamp will throw, We come from nowhere and to nothing go." (In memory of Mark Steven Heyman) _________________________________________________________________ Windows Live™ Contacts: Organize your contact list. http://windowslive.com/connect/post/marcusatmicrosoft.spaces.live.com-Blog-cns!503D1D86EBB2B53C!2285.entry?ocid=TXT_TAGLM_WL_UGC_Contacts_032009 Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
