Dao: Song_005

Dao: Song_005

Heaven and Earth are impartial;
They see the ten thousand things as straw dogs.
The wise are impartial;
They see the people as straw dogs.

The space between heaven and Earth is like a bellows.
The shape changes but not the form;
The more it moves, the more it yields.
More words count less.
Hold fast to the center.

Translated by Gia Fu Feng

Commentary on Song_005

The serpent is serpent whether it's at crown or crux.
Can dragon be partial to crown and crux?
It sprints to crown and showers; creeps to crust and sleeps.
It knows better when it has too—It's unbiased.
A true sage slithering and showering remain unbiased.

Beings are made to act in the mess
Mess is the being and being is the mess
They laugh unaware being laughed at
They cry unaware, they were there to cry
They command unaware they are being commanded
Manipulators of the manipulator are in turn manipulated by what is being manipulated
Fools! It's already a mess and its more messed up.
Brains know not that they are mere puppets.

So much of shit, blood and sweat are inside the body.
But they bathe to wash the dirt before entering temples.
They drench their souls with all the dirt.
And they talk about going to synagogues.
They will not give a penny to their brothers.
But they donate millions to the church.

Hypocrites! What do you think you receive by objective sacrifices?
What do you think you receive by your objective poojas, mantras and prayers?
Remember you are not judged by how many millions you give to god.
Its how many millions of seconds you are with god.

Good and evil keeps quarrelling—Knows not the unbiased serpent.
Love and hate keeps quarrelling—Knows not the unbiased serpent.
The existence in itself is a trauma. It cries, loves and jumps.
Will then a serpent cry, love and jump to whims and fancies.

One may consider values and good-deeds has virtue.
Does the Dao need a virtue?
One may consider ideologies and aims are to attained.
Does the Dao need an attainment?
One may consider religious practices and scriptures for salvation.
Does the Dao need a salvation?
One may consider books and experience for knowledge.
Does the Dao need knowledge?
For the wise it's all a mere drama—Knows the unbiased serpent.
The Dao does not need virtue, attainment, salvation, knowledge, pride, etc.

The space between crown and crest is hollow.
The shape between crown and crest changes.
But the serpent traveling to and fro never change in its form.
The gush with which it moves tells the force.
Even its single movement is very much counted upon.
It's the millions of seconds you're with god.
A word doesn't count. Why then to utter?
Let it move. Let it keep moving.
Be natural and free. It will move spontaneously and freely.
Let it move. Let it keep moving.
Remember to hold-fast to the center.
See what happens?

Dao: Song_004

Dao: Song_004

The Tao is an empty vessel; it is used, but never filled.
Oh, unfathomable source of ten thousand things!
Blunt the sharpness,
Untangle the knot,
Soften the glare,
Merge with dust.
Oh, hidden deep but ever present!
I do not know from whence it comes.
It is the forefather of the gods.

Translated by Gia Fu Feng

Commentary on Song_004

Can I fill something that is hollow?
Dried spring can be filled.
Can an ever-flowing spring be filled?
Both the ends are open—How do I fill it?

What does it do when it raises and lowers?
Blunts and sharpens the tool—As it acts on its own.
Intensifies and softens the gaze—As it acts on its own.
Burdens and unburdens the load—As it acts on its own.
Tangles and untangles the maze—As it acts on its own.
It acts on its own: It is the source of all intelligence.

When it raises to the crown it merges,
Not only with dust, with everything that it comes across.

It's always an unrequited lover
It keeps loving and loving
It's always hungry
It can never be satiated
It keeps merging and mixing
It's the most passionate lover that can ever exist
It keeps longing and ever wanting.

It's so graceful and gorgeous you can't help loving it.
It's so voluptuous and wholesome you can't resist biting it.
It's so slender and fast you can't help holding it to your bosom.
Oh! It's the most perverted lover.
You can never judge what it can do to you.

Oh god! One feels complete with it: Nonetheless, Nonethmore.
What more does a being require?
Chase—Power! Money! Sex! Religion! Principles! Ideologies!
I see people running after, all that are perishable.
Come and rest in the Dao: The imperishable fruit.
But remember one can never posses it, as and by, it possesses you.

It's THE NATURE
It's THE Dao
It's THE THING

One who tries to define it fools himself.
It can never be defined.
It can only be felt.
Ah! it's so magnanimous.
It's all for the one who felt it.

What it did can be told?
What it does can be told?
What it will do—can also be told?
Alas! It in itself can never be told.

There isn't any SAGE who has not fallen in love with it.
There isn't any SIDHA who has not fallen in love with it.
There isn't any BUDDHA who has not fallen in love with it.
There isn't any SAINT who has not fallen in love with it.
Yet, they all remain unrequited for her love.
Gifted is the one who beholds with it; in it; and for it.

Remember! It's the root of all that exist.
It the god of all gods
It's the source! It's the source! It's the source!
IT REMAINS AND IT WILL ALWAYS REMAIN:

The uncrowned queen of all the worlds known and unknown