Tides of Life: Two different views
A Taoist Perspective:
Receding back into a sea
Towards the depths
To float into
… tao …
To float out
upon an eternal moment
Walking upon flowing waters of life
A Western Materialistic Perspective :
Fighting against a tide.
to stay on top
of the depths
The desire is to have a perfect moment, to express a turn of phrase to un-twist a twisted life, to make everything OK. This is an eternally missing part of our own poem which is life, the missing emptiness where we all desire to write magic within. Instead it feels as if everything breaking, life, family, hopes, desires, dreams. The initial reaction might be to embrace tighter these familiar flotation devices of family, poetry, science, religion, exercise… all to build upon supposedly solid ground. All in a vain attempt to hold on to something, so not to get lost in the seas of eternity. Perhaps to build something so high, so never to lose one’s bearings, no matter how far one wanders. This letting go, is not the tide rather it’s a false tide. The first and last warning given before an incoming upcoming terrible tsunami of emotions. It will come, smashing back in upon freight trains of waves, destroying all structures, to wash back to the sea anything that dares to stand against it. To reveal everything just written: is the same as so much garbage, floating in the sea as plastic coke can connectors strangling the sea turtles and seals down, down into the depths of the sea.
The point, as a point must exist right? : all of this has nothing to do with me, but still a desire exists to make this all about me. This is the empty space, the point of focus of a life. So people assume it must be filled, have something. So we busily fill it up with words, actions , entertainment: this all gets jammed into a hollow space, into that point, to expand it out make it feel worth while. This is the place where people whine and dine upon their very soul to fill “ourselves” up with “ourselves” in order to be more. To be so big, that a person can stand upon the floor of the sea and still be tall enough to break the surface to breathe safely. Then only to flounder as there never is a sea floor to stand upon… since it wasn’t even an ocean to begin with…and then it all gets lost.
To rush out
of the unknown
into known qualities
Of being back in the fray
Working towards the expectation
just to make it one more day to tomorrow.
I accept the Taoist point of view, but I also have lived in the West long enough to understand the Western view point.
But this posts illustrates why people have so much trouble understanding the Tao:
Accept and you become whole,
Bend and you straighten,
Empty and you fill,
Decay and you renew,
Want and you acquire,
Fulfill and you become confused.
The West tries to fulfill with knowledge and then it becomes a hard path trying to lose all those lines upon lines upon words upon words of description and experience when the larger answer is as simple as a breath. The West concentrates on the ten thousand things, while a Taoist simply accepts the Tao.