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  • Textimony 20131009

    purple sage flower falling, drifting before dawn cold morning sidewalk   Posted by KWB wandering among the borderlands of the Ether. Continue reading

    Textimony 20131009

  • Daodejing 71

    #71* To know your ignorance is most upright. [1] Not knowing but pretending to know is illness. [2] Just consider shortcomings only as shortcomings: thus, no shortcomings. The Sage has no shortcomings because he considers shortcomings as shortcomings: hence, no shortcomings. *Translation… Continue reading

    Daodejing 71

  • Daodejing 7

    #7* Heaven is eternal; earth is everlasting. The reason why heaven and earth can be eternal and everlasting? Because they do not exist for themselves, [they] thus can live long. Therefore, the Sage makes himself go behind yet he comes… Continue reading

    Daodejing 7

  • Daodejing 5

    #5* Heaven and earth have no mercy, treating the 10,000 things as straw dogs; the Sage has no mercy, treating people as straw dogs. [1]  The space between Heaven and earth Just like a bellows! Empty but never Exhausted; work it… Continue reading

    Daodejing 5

  • Daodejing 3

    #3* Do not encourage excellent abilities, [1] [and] keep people from contention; do not value rare goods, keep people from stealing; do not flaunt the desirable, keep people’s hearts undisturbed. Hence, the governance Of the sage Empties their hearts Fills their… Continue reading

    Daodejing 3

  • Daodejing 27

    #27* The one who masters walking leaves no footprints. The one who masters speaking makes no slips of the tongue. The one who masters counting needs no tally tools to count. The one who masters shutting the door needs no… Continue reading

    Daodejing 27

  • Daodejing 26

    #26* Heaven is the root of lightness. Tranquility masters recklessness. Therefore the Sage travels all day careful to abandon nothing. Even in the face of luxury, like the swallow he flies undistracted. Why is the King with 10,000 chariots reckless… Continue reading

    Daodejing 26

  • Textimony 20130103

    Always the whispers of sages slip into oblivion. Loving struggle, ever adventuring to say the as yet unsaid, finds refreshment by raising up the forgotten. Continue reading

    Textimony 20130103