Where Science and Enlightenment Collide

Dharma in Tao

The Sound of Silence

the-sound-of-silenceThe sound of being silent, or knowing when to be silent!

As a rule, I generally only post what I practice, or at least what I strive to practice. I know I am not a perfect individual and I still struggle with the ego mind that acts as my own worst critic. Often, however, I have to “kill the Buddha I see in the mirror” as it were because I have turned my practice into an extension of my own ego. When ever it goes too far to the opposite tangent I tend to step back and pull away from sharing what I learn when I start to feel that I need to lead others, especially when I am lacking in my own practice. Namaste my friends!

A disciple once asked, “Master, what is the value of silence?” The master told the disciple, “ So long as the bee is outside the petals of the lotus, and has not tasted its honey, it hovers around the flower, emitting its buzzing sound; but when it is inside the flower, it drinks its nectar silently. If a man quarrels and disputes about doctrines and dogmas, he has not tasted the nectar of the Tao; when he has tasted it he becomes still.”


Letting go of Internal Attachments (Ideas).

10371721_10152262390542909_6622708587334487588_nFrom the Tao Te Ching: to me this speaks on attachment to things that are internal.

The Tao is (like) the emptiness of a vessel; and in our employment of it we must be on our guard against all fullness. How deep and unfathomable it is, as if it were the honored Ancestor of all things! We should blunt our sharp points, and unravel the complications of things; we should attemper our brightness and bring ourselves into agreement with the obscurity of others. How pure and still the Tao is, and if it would ever so continue!

Often we need to attemper our brightness, or make less zealous our messages, temper them with compassionate thought instead of assuming our truth is the only truth for everyone.  As we empty our vessels of our attachments, both to the material and immaterial, we then can fill it once more with good deeds, and good Dharmas.

Drop by drop is the water pot filled. Likewise, the wise man, gathering it little by little, fills himself with good. Buddha