Dao: Song_006

The valley spirit never dies;
It is the woman, primal mother.
Her gateway is the root of heaven and Earth.
It is like a veil barely seen.
Use it; it will never fail.

Translated by Gia Fu Feng

Commentary on Song_006

Have you ever seen the flowing river?
Felt the river swung with its rhythm?
Everlasting ever flowing river gushes inside us.
What should i name it?

Mother the virgin; lover the virgin; sister the virgin.
Sans taste sans color sans smell.
With her; in her; one with her.
One tastes without tasting; smells without smelling; sees without seeing.
Why should i name it the mother?

What is of to you if i name it devil?
Ah! How can i name the nameless?
But they need names prefer it being a mantra.
Divine let me use the names used.
Be a Roman when you are at Rome.

This body may decay; Rivers may drain; Mountains may tumble
Remember your body can be killed not the spirit.
Guru Lao tze whispers "The valley spirit never dies"
Fools say all is perishable they know not the spirit.
Unto you i say look in; look in; look without looking.

The day pinned with conspicuous vibes.
A feel of thousand and thousand needle pricks.
That stirs each and every pore.
Great spa, masseuse can't do it.
Enormous infinite current sweeps through.
Look at the way it moves with its tributaries.
Exuberant light untamed flowing through.
Every string of my nerves is kissed.
Realized by the pellucid sensuous being.

Ah! Glorious is its flow.
Call it river; spring; dragon; serpent; holy spirit.
Ah! Immaculate is its nature.
Purest of the pure; Holiest of the holy.
Ah! Sensuous is its touch.
Holy Mother of the divine.

What color i would call it? I don't know.
What words will count it? I don't know.
What matter it consists of? I don't know.
Where it came from? I don't know.
Who placed it within me? I do know.
Grace of gurus feet is true.

Immense and humble gratitude to my guru.
To all those generous pure loving spirits.
Comes with known and unknown fragrances.
Showering blessings and ecstasy at every breath.
Who made this possible?.
Grace of guru's feet is true.

Know the root then knowledge will beg for you.
There lies the mother from the mother.
It's asleep let it wake up.
She knows to reach the crown.
Then you see for yourself.
Ecstasy she creates for you is immeasurable.

Spirituality is not all the silence preached about.
Pity they sit hours and hours keeping their mouth shut.
Pathetic they strain every knot of the tendons.
Spirituality is not rejuvenation of body alone.

Outburst of joy held in bosom—heard cries in ecstasy.
Overwhelming tears of bliss—seen laughs in ecstasy.
Raise of serpent makes them dance jump and yell.
He wakes the serpent at his glance and he is THE GURU.

Seen hell a lot of hypocrites—bloody egoists swindling people.
Forsake the fake search for the truth.
And i can tell if you're of truth search is not in vain.
Truth beholds you none other but guru.

Books decorated in ornaments are malice.
Knowledge devoid of experience is debris.
They know all scriptures know not the mother.
They say all mantra-poojas know not the mother.
They strain all their muscles know not the mother.

Oh! Fools mother is the all.
Nature tends its weave despair not
Cling to guru what may?
Cling to guru what may?
Cling to guru what may?
One day mother will cling to you.
Its true mother will cling to you.