Every little one sprouts from it, and it gives out completely.
Tao does the job, then releases it all.
Everything grows from it,
Nothing is forced by it.
It doesn't try to do anything, it is easily missed.
Everything pours back into tao,
But it does not hold them,
It sends all where it needs to be.
It seems like nothing,
Tao is greatness.
All mops and brooms. Intoxicated.
Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, 1963. p. 620.
2 comments:
"mops" was my Grandpapa's nickname for my Grandmama. It means "sweet chubby little thing."
Rou,
That is a wonderful endearment.
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