Wednesday, July 14, 2004

A poem by Lao Tzu

We join spokes together in a wheel,

but it is the center hole

that makes the wagon move.

We shape clay into a pot,

but it is the emptiness inside

that holds whatever we want.

We hammer wood for a house,

but it is the inner space

that makes it livable.

We work with being,

but non-being is what we use.


  1. That is so very true, and I really really like it Thanks for shraing

  2. Very pretty Celeste! : )


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