The sword of Lu Dong Bin

The true sword of Lu Dong Bin

The pure tone sings
Like the sharpest edge of an otherworldly blade
Or, more like the absence of the sharpest edge,
Vibrating and ringing so keenly

The core channel extends through the three heavens
Bridging the form, the formless and the origin
Resonating out – who knows where it fully goes or where it comes from?

The absence of the edge is like
a string of deeper substance
That still resounds without beginning or end

It must be the valley spirit…
We can enter the valley,
Simultaneously birthing and drawing in upon itself
Without limit.

Dissolving entanglements with its limitless reach upon contact
The Central Sun of our origin
Shining upon all without judgement

The fate of destiny is a simple choice
Becoming many fates,
But it is not easy to choose.
There are many pathways to navigate since birth
Refining ones nature is not a simple task,
It is the reason for the journey

A loving parent’s gift,
The ability to choose
Can take us this way or that
And in the end we reflect back upon ourselves
Can we find the love that was so freely given?

Feeling this pure tone is true substance.