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Post by alejandropeterson on Apr 11, 2014 15:03:00 GMT -5
Here in Mexico I met a full realized person.......(so to speak) and he has a book (not published) of non duality tale stories. but its wrote in spanish, so I want to know if mome body can translate one of the stories from spanish to english in order to share it.
Love
Alejandro
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Post by laughter on Apr 11, 2014 21:49:17 GMT -5
Here in Mexico I met a full realized person.......(so to speak) and he has a book (not published) of non duality tale stories. but its wrote in spanish, so I want to know if mome body can translate one of the stories from spanish to english in order to share it. Love Alejandro Welcome to the st.org forum Alejandro. |
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Post by silver on Apr 11, 2014 21:54:34 GMT -5
Here in Mexico I met a full realized person.......(so to speak) and he has a book (not published) of non duality tale stories. but its wrote in spanish, so I want to know if some body can translate one of the stories from spanish to english in order to share it. Love Alejandro Hiya Alejandro...I might be able to find someone.......How many pages are we talking about? |
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Post by alejandropeterson on Apr 13, 2014 10:37:23 GMT -5
Is short, is a book with 20 stories, one I really love is this one called (The Way).
El camino
En la escuela de meditación, esa mañana, Shen-Men mostraba especial celo y aplicación en la sesión de preguntas. A pesar de ser el mejor alumno, con mucho, el viejo maestro le había augurado una lenta progresión en su camino hacia la iluminación, pues a Shen-Men lo inquietaban mucho las dudas y quería saberlo todo, lograrlo todo.
Ese día, el viejo maestro contestó las escasas preguntas de los demás alumnos e invitó por último al ávido muchacho a su casa. Éste se alegró mucho, pues su esfuerzo y aplicación eran avasalladores y, así, se prometió sacar el máximo partido de esa in-usual ocasión.
El viejo maestro, sin embargo, parecía ese día atiborrado de tareas domésticas y, cuando estaban en el desván, le dijo:
—Pon, por favor, esos artículos en estas cajas. Ahora vuelvo.
Conociendo tan bien a Shen-Men, fue todo lo que necesitó decirle, y luego desapareció tras la puerta.
El alumno, minucioso y pulcro en exceso, sacudió, limpió, clasificó, etiquetó y acomodó detalladamente en el interior de la mitad de las cajas todo cuanto había en el cuarto.
Horas después, en el momento en que el pregonero de la basura pasaba por la calle, el maestro entró en la habitación y le pidió amablemente:
—Ayúdame a llevar esto a la basura.
Shen-Men, tras reponerse de la sorpresa, entendió su error y el mensaje del maestro.
Esta exhortación, a partir de entonces, habría de surgir de la vida constantemente en sus jornadas, hasta en las más nimias situaciones.
Para trascender la mente, no necesitas tenerla llena de respuestas; tanto éstas como las dudas en sí son una misma cosa: basura.
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Post by silver on Apr 13, 2014 11:24:34 GMT -5
Do you know the title and author of the book?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2014 12:32:50 GMT -5
Is short, is a book with 20 stories, one I really love is this one called (The Way). El camino En la escuela de meditación, esa mañana, Shen-Men mostraba especial celo y aplicación en la sesión de preguntas. A pesar de ser el mejor alumno, con mucho, el viejo maestro le había augurado una lenta progresión en su camino hacia la iluminación, pues a Shen-Men lo inquietaban mucho las dudas y quería saberlo todo, lograrlo todo. Ese día, el viejo maestro contestó las escasas preguntas de los demás alumnos e invitó por último al ávido muchacho a su casa. Éste se alegró mucho, pues su esfuerzo y aplicación eran avasalladores y, así, se prometió sacar el máximo partido de esa in-usual ocasión. El viejo maestro, sin embargo, parecía ese día atiborrado de tareas domésticas y, cuando estaban en el desván, le dijo: —Pon, por favor, esos artículos en estas cajas. Ahora vuelvo. Conociendo tan bien a Shen-Men, fue todo lo que necesitó decirle, y luego desapareció tras la puerta. El alumno, minucioso y pulcro en exceso, sacudió, limpió, clasificó, etiquetó y acomodó detalladamente en el interior de la mitad de las cajas todo cuanto había en el cuarto. Horas después, en el momento en que el pregonero de la basura pasaba por la calle, el maestro entró en la habitación y le pidió amablemente: —Ayúdame a llevar esto a la basura. Shen-Men, tras reponerse de la sorpresa, entendió su error y el mensaje del maestro. Esta exhortación, a partir de entonces, habría de surgir de la vida constantemente en sus jornadas, hasta en las más nimias situaciones. Para trascender la mente, no necesitas tenerla llena de respuestas; tanto éstas como las dudas en sí son una misma cosa: basura. Here is a Google Translation...I think some subtleties were lost in this translation. In the school of meditation that morning , Shen -Men showed special zeal and application in the question session . Despite being the best student by far the old master had predicted would slow progression in his path to enlightenment , because Shen -Men doubts troubled him so much and wanted to know everything , do everything. That day , the old master answered the few questions of other students and invited the avid boy finally home. This was very glad , for his effort and application were overpowering and thus promised to make the most of that in- usual occasion. The old master , however , it seemed that crowded day chores and , when they were in the attic , said: -Pon please those items in these boxes. Be right back. Knowing so well Shen -Men was all he needed to say , and then disappeared behind the door. The student , meticulous and neat in excess , shook, cleaned , classified , labeled and accommodated detail inside the boxes half of everything he had in the room. Hours later, at the time that the herald of garbage passing in the street , the teacher entered the room and asked kindly : - Help me take this away . Shen -Men , after recovering from the shock , he realized his mistake and the teacher's message . This exhortation , thereafter , would arise in life constantly on their journeys, even the most trivial situations. To transcend the mind , you do not need to have it full of answers ; they and the questions themselves are the same thing : trash. |
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Post by alejandropeterson on Apr 13, 2014 13:01:50 GMT -5
Title: Una tragedia resuelta (A resolved tradegy)
Author: Alberto Lopez Villareal
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Post by alejandropeterson on Apr 13, 2014 20:59:45 GMT -5
Water
A lone man lived on the top of a moun-tain between two towns. The inhabitants of a village considered him an eccentric sage ; the other, a foolish man.
Once, a young man came to him confused . It came from people who believed he was a was a wise man.
Upon arrival, he handed him a loaf of bread as a gift , and asked, saddened :
'Tell me , please , wise man, how do can stop suffering ? ...
The sage smiled and imperceptibly, while repairing a rusty azador, left-mind replied, without feeling rushed::
- Observe the water . Day and night. Observe it well . Wherever you are. It's all you have to do ...
So said .
Seeing that the boy was still there waiting , the man said , The absent mind :
- The water has no form or any goal to achieve ...
Pour into a jar and take it the way it is ... remain silent in her belly. The temperature and taste could change, without damaging or forcing it to stop being water ... Drop it to the street and it will go sliding quietly drifting toward the spot where the lead, turning to the lowest, dirty and dark places and ... stay there, filling gaps and holes, overflowing the vacuum, cleaning the dirty, satiating the black , taking new positions and odors, always trans - formed without transforming . ..
The boy was still there that afternoon
-Try to tighten-continued; only you will squirt it between your fingers, it has no attachment to the unit even ... is docile and therefore indestructible ... Heat to boiling their insides: nothing will happen. Die for the eye, turning spirit. It will blow up the sky; only to come to rest again beyond small dew drops, always returning to earth in secrecy, again and again ... will live well, scattered, because the union will not mean anything, having no purpose and no future in mind. Make it ice: nothing happens; just go up if the temperature returns to its primary softness ...
And yet, look at her. It's all fresh, all renewal, all life, all power ... Remember how molded rocks, how corrupt the hardest steel, molded how whole continents ...: in full quiet, and without cares or it is concerned. Is everywhere and makes up everything. Is everything. All ... No being could live without it. And, being profusely in all organisms, being most of what we are all living beings, it is life itself ... It is is the whole world, it's all past and all future. It is, our words, our thoughts themselves. Therefore forms the whole sky and hell. It is is fire, earth and air. And it only exists ...
The young man listened to the words of the wise man with surprise and amazement , with a strange feeling expansionary chest , back to town , where he would lead a sensible life , remembering in difficult times the words of the wise ...
Not long after , a young man from another village , having heard his friend 's comments about the man of the hill , he decided to go and see it .
Upon arrival, he delivered three loaves of bread and a bundle of jams , as if you use a good bait , and asked quickly :
Tell me, wise man , how I can manage to always be happy?
The man looked at him. His eyes seemed to perceive that defiant disbelief. After some time , told him that his friend , adding , at the end, the following:
- Human beings are , in fact, the very nature of the water . We have the same kind of existence .
We are the same. Only do we suffer for it. That is the only difference ...
The young , victorious and smiling, thanked the man with disdain , and walked away with the same idea we had arrived, the man of the hill was a consummate fool. The only new thing was that his friend was now also be a stupid man .
And in those terms expressed the mountain man among his neighbors .
Thus, the two peoples continued to have the same opinion about the hermit . And nobody discussed because of him .
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