"When nothing is done, nothing is left undone." - Lao-tzu
A pale moment breathes an unvoiced song- eternally repeating itself, eternally renewed.
Formless as the sky, light within light whistles through the trees filling earth’s chalice- the emptiness inside is all there is of everything.
You look for it there is nothing to see; you listen for it there is nothing to hear. Draw near, there is no shape; observe it, there is no ending. When you use it, it is inexhaustible.
we are as an atom in a speck of dust poised on the head of a pin...and just that significant. so, and thusly, little we think, say, or do, will matter. but...we are conscious (maybe), and we are each our own universe. so...we are free. I enjoy this...a lot.
Hi, mmichaelm, When nothing is done, everything is left undone...the emptiness inside is all there is of everything. Interesting play between form and formless. Thank you for sharing.
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When nothing is done, everything is left undone...the emptiness inside is all there is of everything. Interesting play between form and formless. Thank you for sharing.