Before the Old One rode beyond the border between worlds, he said that everything will fall into place, said naming is the origin of things. He spoke of working and stepping back. From the back of his ox this gift, every page a dressing for a wounded mind gauzy as spider web, his wisdom my walking stick.
One response to “Reading Lao Tzu”
This is wonderful, Karen! Puts me in mind of Louis Simpson great poem “Searching for the Ox”—a Taoist text, really. Both yours and Simpson’s have great poise and inner authority. Lovely….