Thursday, February 18, 2010

Verse Four...knots and dust and sharpness

The Tao is...
- An empty vessel used but never filled. The streets. I use them, but I don't use them up. Ok, that scans.

- Unfathomable source of ten thousand things veers towards the religious, creationist, I'm not going there. And ten thousand? That must be such an outdated number. I mean, we're up over 150K iPhone apps alone! 3500 years ago there must have been fewer things.


- Hidden deep but ever present is religion again. I suspect I would have had a very short medieval life, for all my potential heresy and je refuse.

- The forefather of emperors for some reason catches the edge of the image of me waking up before my alarms. My emperors. I do what they tell me to when I tell them to tell me? I woke up before my emperors this morning. Does that make me the Tao?

- Hidden deep but ever present is in me, and I am in it.

The Tao is asked to blunt sharpness, soften glare, untangle knots (come meet my knitting bag). These were bad things 3500 years ago? I shouldn't leave off merge with dust. Is running extending my life or shortening it? I'm hopeful that running is extending my functioning life, whether or not I get extra years because of it.

Part of what is so compelling about this writing running thinking assignment is that it unfolds over time. I like that about yoga, too. This hurts because I don't have time to write carefully - or think carefully. Yoga is a meaningful struggle between what I think I feel and what I am actually physically capable of. Instygrat. Instant gratification fills the rest of my life. Refreshing to take some time with at least a few areas of my life.

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