the axle goes in the empty space.
Shape clay to make a pot:
the water goes in the empty space.
Cut doors and windows for a house:
you go in through the empty space.
So thingness is what you have;
nothingness is what you use.
We’re blinded by color, deafened by sound, numbed by flavor, maddened by gallops and hunts. When we get what’s hard to get, we get stuck. That’s why…
Can you embrace your souls in unity, and keep them from parting? Can you focus your breath gently as a baby? Can you wash the dark mirror free of…
To overfill the bowl is worse than stopping. To file away the blade will end its sharpness. Fill your house with gold and jade — you cannot guard…