It may be that when we no longer know what to do,
we have come to our real work
and when we no longer know which way to go,
we have begun our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.

I love Wendell Berry’s lines that “it may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.

"There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say "It is yet more difficult than you thought." This is the muse of form. It may be then that form serves us best when it works as an obstruction, to baffle us and deflect our intended course. It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings."

It may be that when we no longer know what to do,
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go,
we have begun our real journey.

There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.

It is pointless trying to know where the way leads. Think only about your first step, the rest will come.

Where roads are made I lose my way.

In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.

The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.

And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way.

The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths — but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path.

You say I am repeating
Something I have said before. I shall say it again.
Shall I say it agian? In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.

If you don’t know where you are going, every road will get you nowhere. — HENRY KISSINGER

Is there any place we’re not moving through? Disoriented, lost, at sea, at odds, astray, adrift, bewildered, confused, uprooted, turned around. I’m related to these related terms. These words are my abode, my only foothold.

En la práctica de cada forma de vida y de cualquier trabajo, existe un estado de mente del que se dice que está desviado. Aunque os esforcéis diligentemente en vuestro propio camino día tras día, si vuestro corazón no está de acuerdo con él, aunque penséis que estáis en el buen camino, desde el punto de vista de la justicia y de la verdad, no es un auténtico camino. Si no seguís un auténtico camino hasta el final, una pequeña maldad al principio se convierte en una gran perversión. Reflexionad sobre esto.

Mientras que no conocen la auténtica vía, ya sea en el budismo o en los asuntos mundanos, todo el mundo piensa que su camino es seguro y es algo bueno, pero desde el punto de vista de la vía correcta del espíritu, comparada con las pautas sociales generales, la gente se aparta de la verdadera vía por desviaciones personales de su mente y por desviaciones individuales de su visión.