Oxherding | INFJ Forum



May 26, 2008
I. Searching for the Ox

Alone in the wilderness, lost in the jungle,
the child is searching, searching!
The swelling waters, the far-away mountains,
and the unending path;
Exhausted and in despair, knowimg not
where to go,
Only hearing the evening cicadas singing in
the maple-woods.

Where does the dear child go from here?
She follows her heart, to freedom's shore, right?


II. Seeing the Traces
By the stream and under the trees, scattered
are the traces of the lost;
The sweet-scented grasses are growing
thick -- did she find the way?
However remote over the hills and far
away the beast may wander,
it's nose reaches the heavens and none
can conceal it.

III. Seeing the Ox
On a yonder branch perches a nightengale
cheerfully singing;
The sun is warm, and a soothing breeze
blows on

On the bank the willows
are green;
The ox is there all by himself, nowhere
is he to hide himself;

The splendid head decorated with stately
horns like a duplicatous Unicorn

\-- what painter can
reproduce him?



IV. Catching the Ox

With all the energy the child can muster
she has at last taken hold of the ox:
But how wild his will, how
ungovernable his power!

At times he struts up a plateau,
When Lo! he is lost again in a
misty unpenetrable mountain-pass.
This ox is hard to herd or follow.


V. Herding the Ox

Now the child may seek to
herd the Ox, but if she uses the whip and tether
she will only succeed to separate herself with
from him with that whip and tether,
and cause the animal to wander away again
and she will fall again into a world of defilements;

BUT!, When the ox is properly tended to,
with appropriate attention and love
he will grow pure and docile;
Without a chain, nothing binding, he will
by himself be her leader and her guide
and her follower
Nothing could be stronger
than this boundless binding
Nothing could surpass its
Nothing else could
touch her heart like this


VI. Coming Home on the Ox's Back

Riding on the Ox's back, they leisurely
wend their way home;
Enveloped in the evening mist, how
tunefully the beautiful flute notes vanish away
into the utter stillness of vanquished time
Singing a ditty, beating time,
her dear heart filled with joy
That she is now one of those who know,
need it be told?

gasp. sigh. smile.

thank you. this is just lovely.
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That was beautiful, and romantic. Yes I know its meant to be an enlightenment lesson, but I took it as high romance :) Gorgeous wording.
That was beautiful, and romantic. Yes I know its meant to be an enlightenment lesson, but I took it as high romance :) Gorgeous wording.

Hey, thanks. I think exploring our muses or inner minds or Buddhas or Gods or Goddesses within is very romantic indeed! :smile: - Possibly the Highest Romance possible is with our inner beingness, including the subconscious and archetypes, and really when we get to that level we see all of us are intertwined. And thanks again. This has sparked a couple of neurons into new action. :wink: