Welcome dear ones.
I wanna tell you a story.
A very old story.
Not a story from history.
But a story from before history.
Let me tell it as it was whispered to the ancient teachings.
What else,
Philosophy?
But as a remembering.
Before sound.
Before light.
Before they were mountain.
Before there were oceans.
Before there was even time.
There was a doubt.
The dough.
Not a thing.
Not a god.
Not a force.
It was vast stillness.
Empty.
Yet infinitely full.
Like a womb without edges.
It didn't begin.
Because beginning had not yet been born.
And so,
Even as I speak of it.
Know that it exists beyond words.
Close your eyes.
Just for a moment.
Imagine.
No lie.
No darkness.
Now space.
No sound.
Not emptiness in a lonely way.
But fullness without form.
This was the dark.
Silence.
Boundless.
On moving.
And yet containing all movements.
Didn't begin.
It was.
.
.
Simply.
You can deep inhale and a long exhale.
And then.
.
.
A subtle steering.
Not allowed creation.
Not an explosion.
A soft pause.
Pulse within the boundless emptiness.
Like a Subtle movement.
The Tao and its mystery express itself.
From the vast mystery of the Tao,
The one emerged.
A single undivided wholeness.
It was pure potential.
There was no separation yet.
No inside,
No outside.
Just pure being.
Rest here for a breath.
The one gently unfolded in two.
Polarity slowly emerge.
As yin and yang.
Yen.
Bark.
Cool receptive.
And inward.
The deep water.
They're warm.
Like the moon in the night sky.
Yawn right?
Warm,
Active and outward.
The rising sun.
A spark.
And movement towards life.
And here,
These two.
Not enemies.
Not opposites fighting against one another.
But partners in an eternal dance.
Each holding the seed of the other.
Because they were born together.
Like inhale and exhale.
And as soon as they appear,
Movement began.
As yin reaches fullness,
Yang was already being born.
As Yang expanded.
Yin waited patiently for them.
The movement.
Created rhythm.
And rhythm-created cycles.
Cycles eventually gave birth to time.
That expansion and contraction gave birth to space.
Like day and night.
Winter and summer.
Inhale and exhale.
Stillness and motion.
This was the beginning of the dance.
The dance of time and space.
Time and space were not imposed.
Upon the Universe.
They emerge.
To a relationship.
And so,
The universe was no longer silent.
He was dance.
2 became 3.
As Yin and Yang intertwine.
Eventually,
A third presence arouses.
Harmony.
The space between them.
The breath that allows them to transform into one another.
The vital force.
Move in between them.
The living chi.
And now.
.
.
Creation became dynamic.
From this sacred dance came Multiplicity.
But 10,
000 things were born.
Of course,
Not literally 10.
000.
And everything that already exists.
Like the mountains rising.
The river is flowing.
The wind moving across the oceans and through the trees.
Animals breathing,
Forests stretching towards the light.
Bright star shining.
Humans wandering.
Everything you see.
Everything you feel.
All of it.
Expressions of the original Tao.
Every form.
Every thought.
Every heartbeat.
Just like waves rising from the ocean.
Appearing separate for a moment,
But never truly leaving the water.
Each wave.
Made from the same ocean.
And here is the gem piled through.
Nothing has ever left the Dao.
Not in mountains.
Not the star.
Not you.
We arise,
We move,
We change,
We dance with it.
And eventually we soften back into it.
Just like mist returning to the sky.
Just as Yin becomes Yang and yarn becomes thin.
Just as day becomes night,
And night becomes day.
Just as this breath.
Slowly becomes the next.
As you rest here tonight.
In stillness.
And sensation.
When you soften.
When you finally stop pushing against the current,
You begin to feel it again.
Notice the Tao moving through you.
The stillness beneath movement.
That quiet space between your thoughts.
The Unitive Duality.
The rhythm of your breath.
The simple act of being.
You don't need to force.
You don't need to strive.
Because the bowel flows.
On its own.
And when we soften enough.
.
.
We remember.
Because we're not separate from the dance.
We are the dance.
The Tao.
That was there before the first steering.
Is still here now.
Moving within you.
As you listen to this word.
Rest here.
