We join spokes together in a wheel,but it is the center hole
that makes the wagon move.
We shape clay into a pot,
but it is the emptiness inside
that holds whatever we want.
We hammer wood for a house,
but it is the inner space
that makes it livable.
We work with being,
but non-being is what we use.
Tao Te Ching #11 (Stephen Mitchell translation)
Music: "Etoiles..." by Pascal Gaigne, from his 1996 CD Solisterræ; check out his YouTube channel here.
Photo © 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger
A remarkable piece of writing--& gorgeous music!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful..and nice self photo, too!
ReplyDeleteAwww you got the blues Roy?
ReplyDeleteHelen - Nope, just channeling my inner Friedrich Nietzsche!
ReplyDeleteAnother post which makes me stop and think : a plague on all those who seem to imagine that blogging is an insubstantial activity.
ReplyDeleteAlan I Right.Substance Rules! Wonderful Post Roy.
ReplyDeleteI think it's time to revisit the Chinese poets. It's been too long. Thanks for the prompt.
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