POEM: A Lousy Take on Lao-Tse

A Lousy Take on Lao-Tse ( Te Ching 38)

When is lost
There is
When is lost
There is
When is lost
There is
Yet oddly
Even when
Awe is lost
remains
The eternal rest
Giving rise to awe

The Te Ching is the ancient Chinese text of Taoism.  The authorship is attributed to Lao-Tse, which may have been an individual or a group.  There are many English translations of the Te Ching, which seem to differ greatly.  The above poem is my take on chapter 38, which seems to have stuck in my mind.  I was struck by the of the progression, or deterioration, from the ineffable unity of to virtue, then morality, then propriety, which is the beginning of chaos, with being the shallowest foundation for life.  While the Te Ching is necessarily perplexing, “the that can be described is not the Tao,” this foundation which escapes our grasp is the very foundation which secures our hope.  No machinations, cruelty, nor any power on earth can overturn it or it.  This irreducible persists as an untouchable in a world bent on holding and controlling way more than called for.  This irreducible gives rise to awe!

The Te Ching is more of a comprehensive series of hints than a textbook.  I view it as an essential companion for any mystic. Of course, I see mysticism as the heart of any true religion.  The Te Ching is very short read, especially when compared to the Bible, the Qur’an, or especially the Vedas!  Plus, unlike perhaps most other religions and their texts, a devoted Taoist would probably suggest burning your text at some point!  This speaks of a truer reverence than the all-too-familiar Bibliolatry of Western civilization.  As a child of Western civilization, I would heartily recommend the Te Ching as an antidote for many of the imbalances acutely in society.  Western civilization’s addiction to makes us hellbent on focusing on one thing in isolation, pressuring us to ever narrower contexts and ever greater specialization.  Central in the practice of Taoists is complimentariness, Yin and Yang, that the myriad of things that comprise our world, though arising from the unity of Tao, can only be comprehended by their opposites.  Perhaps the greatest formulation of this in is Jesus’ command to our enemies.  Only by with our can we become whole.  Any demonization of the other necessarily degrades our own humanity.  We are defined by our enemies.  If our don’t define us, then we are free, and in accord with Tao.  May it be so…because it is so…

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