Dec 29, 2005 07:41
Just when I think I'm educated and civilized.Then today happens and then I remember, "ohh yes, I have redneck blood in me," then I am swallowed into family drama. where the drawls are so long, you'd swear they were punctuation.
And now for something completely different,
Between their births and their deaths,
three out of ten are attached to life,
three out of ten are attached to death
three out of ten are just idly passing through.
Only one knows how to die and stay dead
and still go on living.
That one hasn't any ambitions,
hasn't any ideas, makes no plans.
From this mysterious place of not-knowing
and not-doing he gives birth to whatever
is needed in the moment.
Because he is constantly filling his being
with nonbeing, he can travel the wilds
without worrying about tiger or wild buffalo,
or he can cross a battlefield
without armor or weapon.
No tiger can claw him
No buffalo can gore him.
No weapon can pierce him.
Why is this so?
Because he has died, there isn't any more
room for death in him.