the sage is quiet


 

The

non-action of the

wise person is not inaction.

It is not studied. It is not shaken by anything.

The sage is quiet because she is not moved, not because she

wills to be quiet. Her quietness is the mirror of heaven and earth,

the glass of everything. Emptiness, stillness, tranquility,

traceless, silence, non-action: this is the level of 

heaven and earth. This is the

perfect Tao.

 

Chuang Tzu

 

the best leader is one barely known

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The

best leader is one

whose existence is barely known.

Next best is one who is loved and praised.

After that, one who is feared. Worst

of all is a leader who is

despised.

 

If you

fail to trust people,

you won’t inspire their trust.

Therefore, guide others by quietly

relying on Tao. Then, when the

work is done, the people can

say, “We did this

ourselves.”

 

from The Tao te Ching of Lao Tzu,

Chapter 17

 

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quiet inside

 

Thirty spokes

meet at a hollowed-out hub; 

the wheel won’t work without its hole. 

A vessel is moulded from solid clay; its inner

emptiness makes it useful. To make a room, you

have to cut doors and windows; without

openings, a place isn’t livable. 

To make use of what is here, 

you must make use of

what is not.

 

from The Tao te Ching of Lao Tzu,

Chapter 11

 

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this brief life

 

And

it seems to me

that life, this brief life,

is nothing other than this:

the incessant cry of these emotions

that drive us, that we sometimes attempt

to channel in the name of a god, a political faith,

in a ritual that reassures us that, fundamentally,

everything is in order, in a great and boundless

love — and the cry is beautiful.  Sometimes

it is a cry of pain. Sometimes

it is a song.

 

And song,

as Augustine observed,

is the awareness of time. It is time.

It is the hymn of the Vedas that is itself the

flowering of time. In the Benedictus of Beethoven’s 

Missa Solemnis, the song of the violin is pure

beauty, pure desperation, pure joy. We are

suspended, holding our breath, feeling

mysteriously that this must be source

of meaning. That this is the

source of time. 

 

Then the

song fades and ceases.

“The silver thread is broken,

the golden bowl is shattered, the amphora

at fountain breaks, the bucket falls into the well,

the earth returns to dust.” And it is fine like

this. We can close our eyes, rest. This all

seems fair and beautiful to me.

This is time. 

 

Carlo Rovelli