The Tao is an
empty vessel, always full,
the source of all.
Still the storm.
Soften the sun.
Melt into the earth.
The Tao’s beginnings
are shrouded in mystery.
(Tao Te Ching, Chapter Four,
Interpreted by Terry Chitwood)
Bright light blinds the eye, making focusing impossible. In order to see deeply into things, soften the sun allowing the intellect to recede and intuition to come into the forefront. With an intuitive eye probe the dark . . . the unknown . . . the mystery—hidden by the light.
Mystery
Let your spirit melt into the earth, absorbing the dark essence of mystery as your spirit descends through the vertical labyrinth, seeking the center. As you sink through the soft earth, time dissolves into timelessness. You are suspended in eternity.
Wings
As you ascend, breaking through the soil, you discover you have wings—one dark . . . made of night, one bright . . . made of light. Words flow from each wing forming sentences written on the sky: a gift to the world.
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