People may sit till the cushion is worn through

by Lu Tung Pin

English version by T. C. Lai
Original Language Chinese

People may sit till the cushion is worn through,
But never quite know the real Truth:
Let me tell about the ultimate Tao:
It is here, enshrined within us.

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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger

Simple and direct. These few lines say so much, lines that should make the self-consciously pious squirm in their seats.

When Lu Tung Pin asserts--

People may sit till the cushion is worn through,
But never quite know the real Truth:


--he is saying one can do marathon meditations but never attain realization. He isn't being critical of meditation itself; he is saying that simply following the forms, the traditions, the spiritual practices set out for us won't do the job. In other words, following the rules won't get us into heaven.

The task isn't accomplished through effort or iron will. The game isn't won through agility or perfect strategy. The great masters of the Tao know:

It is here, enshrined within us.

Truth, the ultimate Tao, is not earned; it bursts forth from your breast.

So, sit, yes. (Or pray, or chant, or bow.) But find the secret that unlocks the way within you...



Recommended Books: Lu Tung Pin

The Secret of the Golden Flower: The Classic Chinese Book of Life The Eight Immortals of Taoism: Legends and Fables of Popular Taoism Tales of the Taoist Immortals Tao of Health, Longevity, and Immortality: The Teachings of Immortals Chung and Lu





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