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The Second Book of the Tao by Stephen Mitchell (Part 1)

 

I have been reading an outstanding book called. “The Second Book of the Tao” by Stephen Mitchell. If anyone is familiar with Tao Te Ching, then you will love this book. In the coming posts, I will start posting quotes from the book. I will include my own commentary, as this will help me understand the book better.

Let us begin with the first quote:

What is bestowed on us at birth

is called human nature.

The fulfillment of human nature

is called the Tao.

The cultivation of the Tao

is the deepest form of learning.

 

The Tao is the way things are,

which you can’t depart from

even for one instant.

If you could depart from it,

it wouldn’t be the Tao.

Therefore the Master

looks into her own heart

and respects what is unseen and unheard.

 

Nothing is more manifest than the hidden;

nothing is more obvious than the unseen.

Therefore the Master

pays attention to what is happening

within her innermost self.

Commentary:

When someone tells you, "You are born with it," you accept it. When scientists do experiments in the lab, hoping to find the cure for Cancer we praise them. However, when human civilization stops moving with human nature, we throw our hands up high because we believe we have not found the cure. Nevertheless, in reality, there is no cure, as we have ignored to move with human nature.

Look into your own heart first, before you judge nature. As all human beings are, nature and all things living is nature as well. Move with it and let nature and others guide you in understanding yourself.

Knowing that you can change your path in anyway, should be one of the reasons to keep waking up in the morning.

Viciously Attacking All My Prey!! (Freestyle!)

Viciously entr'acte the tongues of wisdom
The words of scribbles in the words of gifted
The feeling liquid, but motion sickness
The feelings mutual
But bodies and minds feel dead on
The non-sense plays of laughter
No remorse of cracking jokes
People blazing hoaxes all over the globe
Who created religion
I rest my case
To predicate the fearing ignorant human species
No name to blame but our society
Words are gifted
And traced into an emotional upper battle
People poking fun at things I speak
Do not fear
As I ask questions and then release
The mutual lighting storm of gifts
The sickness in the verbs so congruent the limitless
Blows become ice cycles in your perplexing third eye
Spiritual involvement
Is the name you try to ignore
But in all honesty
No words are harder to crack
But gated community of your mind
You are the holder of your own sleeping cell
Don't believe me ask the ancient aliens of their diagrams
Written in the ancient pyramids
You think I'm all fakery and ignorant
Well, I will settle this for you from the first step of giving
You a chance to put me down
I'm not calling you out
Simply retracing my attacks back
Cuz my verbally semantics is not properly
Enacted
My verbs and syllables are not quickly scattered
The shadows of my demon view
Is quicker to kill you
Then any words of my wisdom
Devil hides in my closet when I sleep
I converse with him in telepathy
And you ask to beg to question my words of wisdom
Who is this who thinks he is KING?
I'm the follower of Jesus
The disciple of Buddha
And the person next to Moses
When the bush was burning bright in the moon lit night
I'm the one who guided Jesus to walk on water
Look
The blank point of facts is this
No need to blame me
For your un-confident
Lacking self of your own misery
Let all the things I share with you
Seep into your mind and body
Then sit back
Smoke some herb
And let these words gain momentum
Once that is done
Come back to me and let me know how the ride was

Here Is 3 More Samples For My Spoken Word Album

Celebrity Gossip

Average fascination of celebrity gossip

What does it do for you?

Does it caress you?

Make you feel warm and fuzzy inside?

Does it take you out of your own reality?

You step into a life of beauty and brains?

You are being ruckus in my presence

If you believe these facts outlined above

Do yourself a favor, sit down, and relax your mind

Stop reading all of those Cosmopolitan Magazines

You could gain your IQ points back

Those are not promises

But researched outlining of how to improve ones brain

Most of the gossip you hear, is simply false

No truth in any of them

Why pay attention to something that could not help you in anyway

It seems to give you something to put your energy into

Is that what you want to do?

Focus on the negative and not the positive?

Be my guest and take the front seat

Let me know how the ride goes

I'm going to sit back and observe all that you do

I won't tell you that I told you so

Because really, who the hell am I to tell you how to live your life.

Numbers of Speaking God's

Love of deepness hate of life

Words of purity divine

Love for one another is truth

But hatred for another race

Is false

Creed is racism in no where to turn

So falling down upon your knees

Asking for forgiveness, I see

No melancholy in my vocabulary

Just simple laughter's all across the board

Pain hurts we all know that

Just remember from pain comes love

No way to spin the turntables in any directions

I got you beat

So anything you think

Is thought-out in triple steps of threes

The double-parking to wave hello

Is nothing more but vivid images of racism in you

Forgive yourself and then only then

Can you see the faltering ego?

Evaporate into outer space

Away from all the negativity in this life

I know that it's going to be difficult

But it's worth taking a step into the right direction

You oh, so forgot existed

Minded marks of three 666's

Existed before you even excused yourself from the dinner party

The lookout for the perfect lullaby is truly a remark of sadness on your part

No child is falling a sleep, because you follow the un-originality of Self-Improvement Guides

Your thinking is flawed in a congruency of thinking that you exist

Self pictures that you took on your vacation in Hawaii is not going to help you believe that you exist

All that you see around you is non-existent

Reminiscing of the first hello, you received from a girl next door

Is your imagination running away from your naked eye

Imagination is a powerful tool, but if not used in a positive way

Could have a negative outcome

Numbers are a language of the God’s

However, the numbers you seek and the numbers you obey

Are not the numbers that the GOD speaks

You're soul is nothing more but a fairy tale full of laughter & jokes

The real decoy of what you have inside you is nothing

The secret has been revealed to you

The question is...

What will you do with this knowledge outlined in red chalk on a white sheet?

Vicious Darkness

Symbolically vicious metaphors equipped to dagger scrotums

Vivid images in the bacteria of life

Purify the dying race of a fight

Wicked words of wisdom outlined in white chalk

Images provided to glisten in the art

Music combined to give meaning to life

Nothing more is left but speechless might

Stories told of a few greats

Ignored for centuries as something fake

Who knows what one is speaking off?

When one is high on life

Words of power ignited to give flight

You take off and never want to land in sight

The earth is hurting and that is not a lie

Who's going to save each individual

I know you are not

So what is one to do

But call for reinforcements

A guilty is dying of greed

Truth spoken out-loud

No laughter in the crowd

Hisses and verbatim thoughts of truth

Spoken directly into the tube

Who's going to face the devils tomb

The light of darkness beams so bright

No where to hide

No where to run

But down the fiery pit of hell

A Homeless Child (Spoken Word Album - Preview)

I'm going to record this for a Spoken Word Album, I am putting together a Spoken Word Album called: "MysteryOfUntoldTruth." I hope to have at least 10 tracks on it. It will not have music or melodies. I hope you keep checking back. It will be a free download and you will be able to listen to it free, all on my website. I might go with Lulu, to make it into a CD and if anyone is interested, they could purchase it for about $5. On the other hand, I could also burn a CD if you want and send it to you. Thank you all for your support! I cannot wait to put this together. By the way. I have 5 writing projects in the works. One of them is collaboration with a friend named Jon. Hope you guys are doing well and taking are of yourself.

A kid dragging a wagon full of cans

His face red, from embarrassment

Because

People have been staring at him, since they saw him walking down a lonely pathway

He continues pushing the wagon, down the deserted trail

Alone and scared, he switches sides

His little hands are getting tired from the punishment his body is receiving

Little giggles and a few laughs in the crowd come out

The young kid looks down, as if he is about to leave his little wagon behind

And run away, away from all the punishment his young mind is subjecting to

However, he continues down the lonely difficult pathway, up

Holding tight to the little wagon

He runs up it

Never looking back to take a glance, to see if anyone is staring at him

There was I who looked straight into his direction

My heart and my girlfriends heart, broke into tiny little fragments

As the young kid pushed the wagon up the lonely hill

Pain in my eyes gave off a vibration of sadness

My skin crawled in disfigured harmony

And tears fell down onto the concrete

My girlfriend suggested we follow him, to see if he was all right

I hesitated because I did not know how to feel

As I see this everyday, and my mind and body becomes weak, when I do see it

It's like as if the pain I have inside me, stops

And my nerves are not sure how to react

And my heart skips triple beams of lighting

Confused and saddened by the emotional decay of the human Civilization

I try to catch a breath

Okay, that sounds like a good idea, I tell my love

We get onto our bikes, and pedal as fast as we could into the mountains

Hoping to get another glimpse of a blue eyed/blonde hair kid

I look from the corner of my eye and see a glimpse of a child in need of my love

I get a bit closer, are you okay? Do you need any help? I see him coming down the hill

With that little wagon, banging against his legs

I am all right, he responds

Okay, I say in a low breath, not sure what my next question will be

My girlfriend behind me, stares at him, worried and disgruntled not sure what to say next

I think for a second and respond, is your parents around?

He hesitates; my uncle is over there, pointing his finger into the South direction

His small little hands, dirty and tired from all the garbage digging, he has endured in who knows how long

I'm speechless, not sure what to say next

I pause thinking how dumb I was, because I left my wallet in my car

I wanted to give him something, anything

It would have made me feel better

I suppose the ego, talked most out of that whole conversation

What transpired, was another way of looking at the spectrum

Seeing the dark visible light at the end of the tunnel

When you see anyone battling with the beast, they call "Life"

You come to realize, that kid could have been me

I wonder if it wasn’t me who asked the kid if he was all right

Would anyone else have done the same? Ask one simple question

ARE YOU OKAY?