"While the wooden man is singing,
The stone maiden starts to dance.
This cannot be reached by our consciousness.
How can you give any thought to this?"
- Pao-ching San-mei
Not a thought, not a moment wasted
On this silly nonsense.
But damn it, whenever I do hear that singing,
I dance.
Clever response there. Perfume overwhelmed by the stench of logic. When Hung-chih Cheng-chio was asked, "How is it that substance is lacking in the reality of purity and Void?" he replied: "It is the instant of origin where refinement has not yet made any marks, and the moment when a message has not yet been conveyed...." - that perfect, pure and boundless moment - now - free and ever free from mind. When I abide there the top of my head tingles.
The stone maiden starts to dance.
This cannot be reached by our consciousness.
How can you give any thought to this?"
- Pao-ching San-mei
Not a thought, not a moment wasted
On this silly nonsense.
But damn it, whenever I do hear that singing,
I dance.
Clever response there. Perfume overwhelmed by the stench of logic. When Hung-chih Cheng-chio was asked, "How is it that substance is lacking in the reality of purity and Void?" he replied: "It is the instant of origin where refinement has not yet made any marks, and the moment when a message has not yet been conveyed...." - that perfect, pure and boundless moment - now - free and ever free from mind. When I abide there the top of my head tingles.
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