the way is empty yet when used there is something that does not make it full
deep, it is like the ancestor of the
myriad creatures
blunt the sharpness
untangle the knots
soften the glare
follow along old wheel tracks
darkly visible, it only seems as if it
were there
i don’t know whose child it is –
it images the foreparent of god
dear fours,
long before
simulation replaced reality and images the word, before surfaces usurped the
deep and the seen became the only rule of truth, idontknow of dao loitered in existence’s confused corridors
long before natality
and genealogy were questioned by the revolutionary doors of modernity, before
causation was sublimated and identity defined, mud and murkiness presented
themselves in shadows and indistinctions at an unmarked crossroads of history
and nothing
god here is not some
omniscient omnipresent omnipotent conscious or unconscious good or indifferent
or malicious creator that bred a world and left, forgot, neglected it, merged
with it … even some totality of opposites ... but just a bump and a ride on a carousel of vague forms, an orphan of
emptiness
pointedness.
entanglement. brightness. novelty. a quaternity of desirable attributes which
dao in its almost comic nonchalance suggests we don’t particularly esteem or
nurture. hardly advocating idiocy, dullness, conservatism or tradition,
simpleness … hardly articulating a fourstep plan to wellness, success,
happiness, enlightenment, knowledge … hardly inducting you into any arcane
esoteric arts … lacking teleological thrust, highlighting a constructing
through notconstructing, leading through following (not any idea, person,
thing, text, feeling), an ising through seeming, a way through notway
it only seems
it only seems as if
it only seems as if
it were
there
i reach into
infinite hereness of soul and what do i sense but an appearing to, an if that
moves around itself in shimmering vacuity
i don’t know how to
embrace such elusiveness. i don’t know if it is full or nearly full or empty or
running out. i don’t know if it is a thing or what it is or is not. i don’t
know how it is related. i don’t know its accomplishments. i don’t know if it is
worthy or real or an it or a joke or imbecility, a reflection of an archaic
absolute or a bending of a line, an allaying, an untangling, a softening …
