The beginning of the universe Is the mother of all things.
Knowing the mother, one also knows the sons.
Knowing the sons, yet remaining in touch with the mother, Brings freedom from the fear of death.
Keep your mouth shut, Guard the senses, And life is ever full.
Open your mouth, Always be busy, And life is beyond hope.
Seeing the small is insight; Yielding to force is strength.
Using the outer light, return to insight, And in this way be saved from harm.
This is learning constancy.
Under heaven all can see beauty as beauty only because there is ugliness.
All can know good as good only because there is evil.
Therefore having and not having arise together.
Difficult and easy complement each other.
Long and short contrast each other:
High and low rest upon each other;
Voice and sound harmonize each other;
Front and back follow one another.
Therefore the sage goes about doing nothing, teaching no-talking.
The ten thousand things rise and fall without cease,
Creating, yet not.
Working, yet not taking credit.
Work is done, then forgotten.
Therefore it lasts forever.
pyg son of neo
he has very big thumbs like his mother
birthday; April 26 2011
The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao.
The name that can be named is not the eternal name.
The nameless is the beginning of heaven and Earth.
The named is the mother of the ten thousand things.
Ever desireless, one can see the mystery.
Ever desiring, one sees the manifestations.
These two spring from the same source but differ in name; this appears as darkness.
Darkness within darkness.
The gate to all mystery.
What is firmly established cannot be uprooted.
What is firmly grasped cannot slip away.
It will be honored from generation to generation.
Cultivate Virtue in your self, And Virtue will be real.
Cultivate it in the family, And Virtue will abound.
Cultivate it in the village, And Virtue will grow.
Cultivate it in the nation, And Virtue will be abundant.
Cultivate it in the universe, And Virtue will be everywhere.
Therefore look at the body as body;
Look at the family as family;
Look at the village as village;
Look at the nation as nation;
Look at the universe as universe.
How do I know the universe is like this? By looking!
Looking back on my life, I think the whole time I was being taught to wait.
In retrospect it was not a bad thing.
Some years ago, I wrote a short story about a broken robot named Walker, its what he did, walked.
Due to a delusional condition caused by a programing error in his momentum sensors, he was compelled to walk.
In his delusion, he felt that by jumping in to the air he would allow the ground beneath his feet to rush by.
The longer he could stay in the air,the farther he could go.
There were times you could see Walker just jumping in place,eyes closed and a smile on his face.
After writing this i really wondered what compelled this image? What gave momentum to this forward motion?
From this question came something earlier I would wonder about. “Where in the hell do i go when i day-dream?”
Day-dreaming in class,sixth grade. the doldrums of our youth.
This elementary school memory and short story converged into the ‘door way’ for my imagination.
I found that over the years,I was in training with the amount of waiting I did, I was Walker.
I was learning to jump in the air.
