Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Tao. The Poem. Verse 10 to 12.


Can you rest
in the seam of opposites?

See Spirit and Instinct
as One?

Give birth
without claiming,

without ruling?

This deepest power. 


Shape clay into a cup—
from emptiness forms function.

As it is in a dwelling.

In being arises increase,
but in non-being rests value.


Overkill deadens the senses;
wild pursuits enrage the mind;
treasure loses the way.

So a sage
observes insight
and overlooks eyesight.

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