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                                                                  97

                                                    When I strike you,
                              your blood will certainly flow from my veins.
                                               When you are starving,
                              your bloated belly is gnawing into my flesh.
                                             The laughter in your eyes
                                                      lights up mine.
                                            I can see my face in yours.
                                           Can you see yours in mine?

                                                                            -- Jos Stabbert.
                                                                           "The Tao is Tao" (97)

Also to be posted at daily_tao


I do not see my face reflected in
dust, mountains, other people's faces
or the Cosmos.
I wish i did.

My eyes do light up when others smile,
which helps me know the rest if this
is more than pleasant palp.
But i don't feel it.

Would'nt it be wonderful to know
that hunger any where
would immediately give those well fed
hunger pains?

Right now, if i were to strike someone,
i might feel little pain
unless he turned and beat the crap out of me.

But i continue to change.
and may someday become
what i once was,
a child of stillness and  emptiness
One with the one
and compassionate toward all its appearances..

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e_d_young
Aug. 2nd, 2016 12:41 am (UTC)
The first sentence made me think of a line from Mystic River, the movie version, that goes something like 'hurting someone makes you feel lonely.' I am concerned that people do not feel any kind of repercussion after they've harmed or tried to hurt someone. They just laugh it off or rationalize it somehow. Maybe I'm being pessimistic, though.
bobby1933
Aug. 2nd, 2016 05:42 am (UTC)
Perhaps i was being pessimistic when i wrote this. I am mot totally unable to feel the pain of others.

I don't hurt people very much or very often. The last time that i deliberately, consciously, physically injured someone i was eleven years old. I have regretted it ever since. Over a period of seventy-one years, i may have accumulated as much pain as i caused that child in the form of remorse and guilt. I doubt that he remembers it. I do.
amaebi
Aug. 2nd, 2016 01:57 pm (UTC)
It is good to be empty. It is good to have a banquet within oneself, and an open honoured seat.
bobby1933
Aug. 2nd, 2016 07:01 pm (UTC)
an open honoured seat?
I hope i know what you mean:
Elijah's chair at Seder?
A place for the uninvited guest,
the least of Christ's brothers?
Perhaps a place for my son to sit?
or for my hosted hostile hostages?
amaebi
Aug. 2nd, 2016 09:57 pm (UTC)
Re: an open honoured seat?
I thought of Elijah, and the uninvited guest, and anyone who could use rest or refreshment. :)
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