Daoism In Practice.

Daoism in practice.

Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.

Bell Hooks (via childrenofthetao)

Do you have a list of books or other resources on Daoism that you've found to be the most useful?

There's a lot of great books on Daoism, so it's hard to say what have been the "most" useful. Of course, the original text by the old man is probably the best place to start. Most translations are pretty solid, just be careful about those that try to insert their own commentary into the text.

The Dalai Lama's "Beyond Religion" is definitely one of my favorite books on religion and life philosophy, and I highly recommend giving it a read. It's simple and practical and insightful, which I think is the way Daoism should best be approached.

I also recommend "The Tao of Pooh," which I understand to be the gateway book for a lot of people into Daoism. Again, it is a book that is easy to understand and preaches a simple happiness for us all. There are lots of folks who want to write deeply and extensively about the Path, Life, and the universe, but starting with simplicity is the best idea, in my opinion.

I have a fear towards Islam. I get nightmares where an Islamic radical tries to kill me. This fear originated after moving to an Arab country where I live now. Despite having Muslim friends, I am still hateful towards the religion. How can I stop?

What you’re afraid of is terrorism and murder. Islam is simply a religion. 

You can hate on the followers of a religion, their misinterpretations, and their personal prejudices. But the religion itself is purely philosophy and doctrine. 

In my experience with Christianity and Islam, what you look for is what you find. If you are looking for archaic and even cruel philosophies, you will find aspects of that in their canonical texts. If you are looking for insightful and moving wisdom, you can find that too. 

I feel we live in an era that is incapable of being fully served by the religions of the past. While we may learn much from them, the future must come from the present. 

Much of that may depend on each and every one of us to discover our own paths. That is why I encourage meditation. It is like giving you a flashlight in the dark. Where you decide to go is up to you but at least you will be awake and aware. Your mind and heart will be healthy and in balance. 

You don’t have to approve of Islam or any other religion in order to be at peace with its presence and the presence of its followers.

My advice to you is to meditate daily. But also maybe to explore a bit of Islam’s mystical tradition called Sufism. There you will find a mysterious tradition of unknowable love. Read poetry by Rumi and Hafiz.

I find that when I have received some sort of wisdom from a religion, I can feel grateful for it. 

Namaste! 

The story of the useless tree.

The Crooked Tree

Hui-tse said to Chuang-tse, “I have a large tree which no carpenter can cut into lumber. It’s branches and trunk are crooked and tough, covered with bumps and depressions. No builder would turn his head to look at it. Your teachings are the same, useless and without value. Therefore, no one pays attention to them.”

"As you know," Chuang-tse replied, "a cat is very skilled at capturing its prey. Crouching low, it can leap in any direction, pursuing whatever it is after. But when its attention is focused on such things, it can easily be caught with a net. On the other hand, a huge yak is not easily caught or overcome. It stands like a stone, or a cloud in the sky. But for all its strength, it cannot catch a mouse."

"You complain that your tree is not valuable as lumber. But you could make use of the shade it provides, rest under its sheltering branches, and stroll beneath it, admiring its character and appearance. Since it would not be endangered by an axe, what could threaten its existence? It is useless to you only because you want to make it into something else and do not use it in its proper way."

Om.

I don't even remember why I started, only that it was a long time ago on a whim. Something about making a clever statement on the nature of capitalism, I think. And then I kept it going, kind of like a silly ritual for when folks would come back from trips. And when I started going to conventions, it became an exercise in researching design, exploring the many ways to summarize oneself on a tiny piece of cardboard. It was a mnemonic device, each card holding a specific memory of the person I received it from, or at least that was an idea. And I kept taking them, piles and piles of them, filling up books and bags and tiny novelty filing cabinets. But now that I've dug around my life, I can honestly say they don't have much meaning for me any more. The world has changed, and I have changed. And I think it's good to release the past in this way. So thank you, to everyone that's ever given me one of their tiny pieces of cardboard, thank you for the memories.