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:shrug: from: The Tao Immortal...'So Chun Yang had the motivation and the opportunity. It only remained to acquire the means. And that was what Zhong Li Quan was offering to supply. He’d teach him the necessary techniques. Chun Yang threw his heart and soul into the mastery of what is called the Small Cosmic Orbit, a powerful yoga practice that uses sexual energy to transmute the dross of human nature into the Gold of Immortality. He got so good at it he could make himself invisible or appear in two places at once…that is pretty: good.and... Identity of the world (samsara) and nirvanaMind is the origin of all things. Mind is the universal seed, Both samsara and nirvana spring forth from it.
As is nirvana, so is samsara. Do not think there is any distinction. Yet it possesses no single nature For I know it as quite pure.
Here there is no beginning, no middle, no end, Neither samsara: nor nirvana. In this state of highest bliss There is neither: self: nor other.
Whatever you see, that is it, In front: behind, in all the ten directions.
One should not think of molecules or atoms; It is this supreme bliss that pours forth unceasingly as existence.
Do not sit at home, do not go to the forest, But recognize mind wherever you are. When one abides in complete and perfect enlightenment, When samsara and where is nirvana?
Unity of self and other "This is myself and this is another." Be free of this bond which encompasses you about, and your own self is thereby released. Everything is Buddha without exception.
Do not discriminate, but see things as one, Making no distinction of families.
Look and listen, touch and eat, smell, wander, sit and stand, Renounce the vanity of discussion, Abandon thought and be not moved from singleness. Abandon thought and be just like a child.
Do not then conceive differences in yourself. When there is no distinction between body, speech and mind, Then the true nature of the Innate shines forth.
Liberation through indulgence I have visited in my wanderings shrines and other places of pilgrimage, But I have not seen another shrine blissful like my own body.
Eat and drink, indulge the senses, Fill the mandala (with offerings) again and again, By things like these you'll gain the world beyond.
Enjoying the world of sense, one is undefiled by the world of sense. One plucks the lotus without touching the water. So the yogi who has gone to the root of things Is not enslaved by the senses although he enjoys them.
Even as water entering: water Has the same savior, So faults and virtues are accounted the same As there is no opposition between them.
The supreme bliss of orgasm There is neither passion nor absence of passion. Seated beside her own, her mind destroyed, Thus I have seen the yogini.
That blissful delight that consists between lotus and vajra , ie, penis], Who: does not: rejoice there? This moment may be the bliss of means, or of both wisdom and means… It is profound, it is vast. it is neither self nor other . . . Even as the moon makes light in black darkness, So in one moment the supreme bliss removes all defilement. When the sun of suffering has set, Then arises this bliss, this lord of the stars. It creates with continuous creativity, And of this comes the mandala circle . Gain purification in bliss supreme, For here lies final perfection.
Critique of meditation Thought bound brings bondage, and released brings release, there's no doubt of that.
When bound, it dashes in all directions, But: released: it stays still. Consider the camel, friend. I see there a similar paradox.
"One fixes the eyes, obstructs the thought, restrains the breath. That is the teaching of our lord and master." But when the flow of his breath is quite motionless, And the yogi is dead, what then?
Critique of asceticism The Jain monks mock the Way with their appearance, With their long nails: and their filthy clothes, Or naked and disheveled hair, Enslaving themselves with their doctrine of release.
The purification of the intellect (Cittavisuddhiprakarana) As a clear crystal assumes The color: of another object, So the jewel of the mind is colored With the hue of what it imagines.
The jewel of the mind is naturally devoid Of the color of these ideas. Originally pure, un-originated, Impersonal: and without stain.
So with all one's might, one should do What ever fools: condemn, And, since one's mind is: pure, Dwell in union with one's divinity.
The mystics, pure of mind, Dally with lovely girls, Infatuated with the poisonous flame of: passion, That: they may be set free: from desire . . .
The mystic duly dwells On the manifold merits: of his divinity He delight in thoughts of passion, And by the enjoyment of passion is set free.
As a washer-man uses dirt to wash clean a garment, So: with impurity, The wise man makes himself pure.
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