視之不見,名曰夷
聽之不聞,名曰希
搏之不得,名曰微。
此三者不可致詰,故混而為一。
其上不皦,其下不昧。
繩繩不可名,復歸於無物。
是謂無狀之狀,無物之象,是謂惚恍。
迎之不見其首,隨之不見其後。
執古之道,以御今之有。
能知古始,是謂道紀。
14 Look at it, you cannot see it. It is invisible. Listen to it, you cannot hear it. It is inaudible. Reach for it, you cannot grasp it. It is intangible. These three qualities are unfathomable and so they fuse together and become one. The upper part is not bright. The lower part is not dark. Ceaselessly the Unnamed moves back to nothingness. It has the form of the formless, the image of the imageless. It is indefinable and shadowy. Go up to it and you will not see its front. Follow it and you will not see its back. Yet, hold fast to this ancient Tao and you will experience the present now-moment. Know its beginnings and you can follow the path of the Tao.
(The manifestation of the mystery)
We look at it, and we do not see it, and we name it 'the Equable'
We listen to it, and we do not hear it, and we name it 'the Inaudible'
We try to grasp it, and do not get hold of it, and we name it 'the Subtle'
With these three qualities, it cannot be made the subject of description; and hence we blend them together and obtain The One.
Its upper part is not bright, and its lower part is not obscure.
Ceaseless in its action, it yet cannot be named, and then it again returns and becomes nothing.
This is called the Form of the Formless, and the Semblance of the Invisible; this is called the Fleeting and Indeterminable.
We meet it and do not see its Front; we follow it, and do not see its Back.
When we can lay hold of the Dao of old to direct the things of the present day, and are able to know it as it was of old in the beginning, this is called (unwinding) the clue of Dao.
La femme a une puissance singulière qui se compose de la réalité de la force et de l'apparence de la faiblesse.
- Victor Hugo
The Fitting, Mary Cassatt, 1890-1891, Cleveland Museum of Art
I do kind gestures. Remove my appendix.
I put my ear to a flat shell and—nothing.
I play the lottery ironically. Get married.
Have a smear test. I put my ear to the beak
of a dead bird—nothing. I grow wisdom
teeth. Jog. I pick up a toddler’s telephone,
Hello? — No answer. I change a light bulb
on my own. Organize a large party. Hire
a clown. Attend a four-day stonewalling
course. Have a baby. Stop eating Coco Pops.
I put my ear right up to the slack and gaping
bonnet of a daffodil—. Get divorced. Floss.
Describe a younger person’s music taste as
“just noise.” Enjoy perusing a garden centre.
Sit in a pub without drinking. I stand at the
lip of a pouting valley—speak to me!
My echo plagiarizes. I land a real love plus
two real cats. I never meet the talking bird
again. Or the yawning hole. The panther
of purple wisps who prowls inside the air.
I change nappies. Donate my eggs. Learn
a profound lesson about sacrifice. Brunch.
No singing floorboards. No vents leaking
scentless instructions. My mission is over.
The world has zipped up her second mouth.
― Sanity, by Caroline Bird
Source: Poetry (February 2019)
A beautiful Fin Whale, Pacific White-Sided Dolphins, and glassy seas!
by Domenic Biagini
Conjunction between Moon, Jupiter and its three moons – Io, Ganymede, & Callisto. Europa is hiding behind Jupiter.
The Golden Rule
Emerging from the water. By eventyrphotos
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