from Fundamentals of Oriental Medicine with Lorraine Wilcox:
I am not rolling on the floor laughing but the sensation of amusement is wrapped up with an "Oh no" feeling, becoming almost as entertaining as a See's soft center chocolate when this quote from ancient china gets placed alongside an image of my grandmother in my mind:
"Spitting far is inferior to spitting near; spitting near is inferior to not spitting at all"
(better not spit at all if you want to live) but apparently people spit alot in china...
the other gem has a different shade and is a poem from the Tang Dynasty poet Lu Lun:
As the years go by, people's hair grows grey
Autumn comes and the leaves on the trees turn yellow
I scratch my head and face the yellow leaves,
"Are you, like me, damaged by sorrow?"
which reminds me of the artist who wrote centuries ago (paraphrase) "unless one's soul has utterly comprehended the realization of impermanence, nothing one does can be true"
We can cause ourselves damage with sorrow or any emotion if we indulge in it, if we wallow in it, if we become addicted to it. There is a way of being human which is to pursue a delusion to it's inevitable conclusion, but that is not truth or beauty. To walk in beauty we let go, let go, let go. There is no holding onto beauty, only opening and letting flow. Even sorrow has beauty, but let it go...
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