In loving memory of
SIMON LIM
REQUIEM FOR A GRANDMASTER
Simon has left the building.
My mentor, teacher and guide has shuffled off his mortal coil.
He has ascended to join the ranks of the immortals - the "Xian". 僊
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GUARD THE SECRETS - REVEAL THEM OFTEN
We have lost a treasure. One beyond reckoning.
But all that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
But all that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Simon bequeathed to us precious pearls of wisdom.
A wisdom that transcends words.
"The truth that can be told is not the eternal truth" (Lao Tzu).
A wisdom that transcends words.
"The truth that can be told is not the eternal truth" (Lao Tzu).
He passed on to us a flame that illuminates our path, guiding us in all that we do. He entrusted to us the work of illuminating the path for a humanity enshrouded in darkness.
A humanity that has lost its bearings and wandered far from the path of the Dao.
A humanity that has lost its bearings and wandered far from the path of the Dao.
And so my life’s work has been tending to that sacred flame, nurturing it and kindling the fire in those souls seeking enlightenment; those souls seeking to transform, transcend and evolve.
I am indebted to those numerous Taiji masters who have patiently instructed me in the intricacies of form and function, but most especially to Simon Lim, who served as my esteemed mentor, guide and teacher over the decades. From Simon I learned the sublime art of transcending form and the profound science of internal alchemy.
“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar.
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.”
William Wordsworth
The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar.
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.”
William Wordsworth