Tuesday, 9 February 2010
A space like a bellows...
The Tao is empty
the ancestor of it all.
Within it, the sharp edges become smooth;
the twisted knots loosen;
the sun is softened by a cloud;
the dust settles into place.
It is hidden but always present
I do not know who gave birth to it
It seems to be the common ancestor of all, the father all things.
(Tao Te Ching, v.4)
Between heaven and earth
is a space like a bellows;
empty and inexhaustible,
the more it is used, the more it produces.
(Tao Te Ching, v.5)