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The ancient zither

Taoism and Zen

by Yeiazel

The ancient zither

There were among the valuable works art which overflowed the hall of the Imperial Treasury an ancient zither that nobody dared touch a long time. The legend says she was once carved into the wood of the tree that Kiri was in ancient times, the king of the forest Loungmen, a hotbed of energy according to Feng Shui masters. His haughty head interacted with the wind and stars, its roots deep breath fed the Dragon of Earth. The spirit of the tree was a powerful magician and the instrument maker of old carved wood was in his fierce, hard to tame. There were few musicians who managed to give, even fewer who could draw beautiful sounds. Huang-ti, the legendary Yellow Emperor, was the first to play and tunes he composed over forgotten that, they say, could chase the clouds bring rain. In the centuries that followed, there were still some great music masters who were able to vibrate harmoniously sacred harp, as if they were recognized by it. But for many dynasties, all who had tried to play not fired that sounds discordant cacophony and pathetic, a sign perhaps that the time for real musicians was over.

An emperor made up his mind to choose a new master of music using the sitar he did unearth the treasure room. He wanted to know if there was someone whose art still had an ounce of magic or if such a talent that was more legend of yesteryear. It was announced throughout the empire the terms of the competition.

Few musicians presented themselves at the gates of the palace, fear of losing face before the Son of Heaven himself. And it backwards as court musicians submitted themselves to the test. What they feared most actually happened: they drew from the instrument that squeaks, squeals, squeaks that made scrolling on the August face of the emperor and the court the full range of faces. The few masters of music from all horizons of the empire did not bring more happiness to the audience.

Then came the turn of a wandering musician, one of those buffoons who played ragged pine trees for birds, fish streams and pilgrims in the courtyard of temples. It took the harp, stroked the long sounding as if trying to tame a stubborn horse. On the one hand, he made each string vibrate by touching the other's agreement with the inner smile of a lover who watches his beloved.

A melody softly went, waves of crystal notes rose and vanished like the ebb and flow of the waves on the shore. While it was in autumn, a warm wind blew in the room. It embalmed the scent of cherry blossoms. The faces of the noble assembly peaceful beamed with joy. The musicians present the user Chiao acknowledged, that of spring. The music suddenly accelerated and took the tone Chih. A warm wind rang under the beams of the singing crickets, pulse pounding, bodies bouillonnèrent life. Dignitaries lost all composure, nodding his head and swaying rhythmically, irresistibly drawn by the rhythm. Some got up and danced. The music slows down and leaned on his You. An icy wind whistled his lament among the marble columns. Snowflakes fluttered around the room and mingled with tears of nostalgia on the faces of the noble assembly.

The zither shelled his last notes rang long under the framework. Then they melted slowly in the vibration of silence, then became strikingly present. After what seemed an eternity, the voice of the emperor out the assistance of his strange numbness:

- Congratulations. You have succeeded where all failed. You will be my music teacher. Tell us your name and where you hold the secret of your art.

The wandering musician sketched a tentative sigh and said:

- My name is Peiwoh, Majesty. In my humble opinion, others have failed because they wanted to hear their own music. As for me, I left the harp sing the themes of his choice. And I would not say if it Peiwoh who played the harp or the zither played the Peiwoh. With this divine instrument, I went to the end of my dream as a musician and I no longer need. It was my sole purpose in coming here.

He laid the harp at the foot of the throne and he crossed the front door painted red and gold. When the emperor left his amazement, he gave orders that rattrapât master of music he had chosen. But the fog had engulfed the fall of his shadow.

- broadcast for the first time on the website "The little cozy world HC " September 27, 2009

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The liberation of the mind

Taoism and Zen
By Yeiazel

The liberation of the mind

Legend has it that Li would have been one, long ago, the disciples of Lao-Tzu person, the patriarch of the Taoist. Li was a scholar of great beauty, extremely elegant. He was quite proud of himself, especially his body which he maintained with eternal youth gymnastics Taoist. He had, apparently, very popular with the ladies ... His powers were great. Doctor, herbalist and magician, he knew how to prepare the elixir of the five elements, sovereign remedy, he had always at hand in his gourd. He also knew all about the art of astral travel. But he had not reached the highest degree of spiritual realization, perhaps hampered by a certain narcissism, and did not even coined an immortal body.

In his hermitage, the beautiful Li had a disciple whom he often confided the task of watching over his body when he was traveling in the astral. He lay one night and said to his apprentice:

- My spirit will fly to Mount Hua where there will be a great confabulation of immortals. I hope to get my Master and still drink the nectar of his words. The journey will be long and dangerous because I will cross mountain passes windy infested with demons. If within six days I did not open his eyes, you will destroy my body. I will then be no chance to return and I do not want an evil spirit possesses him. But wait well As the first rays of the sun is raised, the morning of the seventh day, to light the funeral pyre.

During the sixth night, the brother of the disciple came to tell him that their mother was dying, she had claimed. He had to act quickly, it does not surely happen overnight. The young fan was so distraught at the thought of arriving too late. He said that the spirit of his master was probably a prisoner somewhere or had lost its way. He thought he would never return. As dawn was near, he piled wood, placed the body on the pyre and set them on fire. Then he ran to the bedside his mother.

Just before the first rays of the sun does come lick the top of the mountain, the spirit of Li flew over the shrine. When he saw the fire burn the night, he realized that his body went up in smoke. He said it was a lesson of fate, he was freed from this body which he had been too attached. But he had to find another one to complete his spiritual evolution and achieve immortality. He did not lose the knowledge he had acquired in this life and forget that it probably reincarnated by natural means. Sometimes it takes more than a lifetime to remember what we already know! He must now find a body before her psychic powers not dissolve. And if he did not before dawn, his mind would lose power to animate a corpse still warm. He was left with very little time.

He looked desperately around in a body that was appropriate but found none. Some bodies were too cool and stiff, others had not yet been completely abandoned by their owners! The horizon paled, the spirit of Li panicked. Then he saw a soul escaping from his carnal. He rushed into the body. Was that of a deformed beggar with a monkey face!

And in this unsightly body that the spirit of the beautiful Li reached its goal. Thus, as fond of repeating the wise Chinese

all men want to be delivered from death,

but they can not free themselves from their body!

So why one of the Eight Immortals has the appearance of a lame beggar and hunchback. It is popular as the Tié Kuai Li Li at the stand of iron. He is the patron of the poor and physicians.

- published for the first time on the site " The cozy little world of HC " 1 September 2009 -