On A Challenge To Abstain From P^RN AND MASTURBATION…
&
TO BE THE HONORED ONE!
Into a soul absolutely free
From thoughts and emotions,
Even the tiger finds no room
To inserts its fierce claws.
One and the same breeze passes
Over the pines on the mountains
And the oak trees in the valley;
And why do they give different notes?
No thinking, no reflecting,
Perfect emptiness;
Yet therein something moves,
Following its own course.
The eye sees it,
But no hands can take hold of it~
The moon in the stream.
Clouds and mists,
They are midair transformation;
Above them eternally shine the sun and the moon.
Victory is for the one,
Even before the combat,
Who has no thought of himself,
Abiding in the no-mind-ness of Great Origin.
~ *A Taoist Priest*
