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Lao Tsu


Fame or integrity: which is more important?
Money or happiness: which is more valuable?
Success or failure: which is more destructive?

If you look to others for fulfillment,
you will never truly be fulfilled.
If your happiness depends on money,
you will never be happy with yourself.

Be content with what you have;
rejoice in the way things are.
When you realize there is nothing lacking,
the whole world belongs to you.

Tao Te Ching 44johnyoko

50. Tao te Ching

出 生 入 死 。
生 之 徒 , 十 有 三 ﹔
死 之 徒 , 十 有 三 ﹔
人 之 生 , 动 之 于 死 地 , 亦 十 有 三 。
   夫 何 故 。
以 其 生 之 厚 。
盖 闻 善 摄 生 者 , 路 行 不 遇 兕 虎 , 入 军 不 被 甲 兵 ﹔
兕 无 所 投 其 角 , 虎 无 所 用 其 爪 , 兵 无 所 容 其 刃 。
夫 何 故 。 以 其 无 死 地 。

Rumi On the day I die


On the day I die, when I’m beeing carried
toward the grave, don’t weep. Don’t say,
„He’s gone! He’s gone”. Death has nothing
to do with going away. The sun sets and
the moon sets, but they’re not gone.
Death is a coming together. The tomb
looks like a prison, but it’s really
release into union. The human seed goes
down in the ground like a bucket into
the well where Joseph is. It grows and
comes up full of some unimagined beauty.
Your mouth closes here and immediatly
opens with a shout of joy there.

Rumi „On the day I die” from Soul of Rumi”

Book Beauty Jalal al-Din Rumi

Here’s the end of that story about the old woman who wanted
 to lure a man with strange
cosmetics. She made a paste of pages from the Qur’an to fill
 the deep creases on her face and
neck with. This is not about old woman, dear reader. It’s
 about you, or anyone who tries
to use books to make themselves attractive. There she is,
 sticking scripture, thick with
saliva, on her face. Of course, the bits keep falling off.
 ”The devil,” she yells, and
he appears! „This is a trick I’ve never seen. You don’t need me. You are yourself a troop
of demons!” So people steal inspired words to get compliments.
 Don’t bother. Death comes
and all talking, stolen or not, stops. Pity anyone unfamiliar
 with silence when that happens.
Polish your heart with meditation and quietness. Let the inner
 life grow generous and handsome
like Joseph. Zuleikha did that and her „old woman’s spring
 cold snap” turned to mid-July. Dry
lips wet from within. Ink is not rouge. Let language lie
 bygone. Now is where love breathes.

Dżalal ad-Din ar-Rumi „Book beauty”