Thursday 19 February 2009

Ten Bulls, Riding the Bull Home


6. Riding the Bull Home

Mounting the bull, slowly I return homeward.
The voice of my flute intones through the evening.
Measuring with hand-beats the pulsating harmony, I direct the endless rhythm.
Whoever hears this melody will join me.

Comment: This struggle is over; gain and loss are assimilated. I sing the song of the village woodsman, and play the tunes of the children. Astride the bull, I observe the clouds above. Onward I go, no matter who may wish to call me back.

Now I know the bull as well as my self this world is my playground .

The bull is the eternal principle of life. The ten bulls represent sequent steps in the realization of one's true nature.

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