7.
Heaven (that sky level above the human head)…
lengthy as hair that has to be tied with a brooch;
Earth (this soil vagina)…
enduring for years—like someone receiving moxibustion treatments with mugwort used for cramps, turning a breech baby, or other health issues;
Heaven (that sky level above the human head)-Earth (this soil vagina)
‘place’— somewhere intentionally created, like a door chopped with an axe…
this means
capable—powerful as that legendary bear with deer legs—of
“lengthy as hair that has to be tied with a brooch…”
abiding for a long time—the erect penis of a male ancestor—
“enduring for years—like someone receiving moxibustion treatments with mugwort used for cramps, turning a breech baby, or other health issues—”
—now this is cooking!
This means
what it holds a basket of…
the husk of the initial protective bud casing—the sepal—but not really the true inner flower of
of course—one’s self personally, right on one’s nose…
birthing—a bud sprouting from the ground;
anciently, for ten generations, this therefore lightly hits and leaves a mark of reason…
“capable—powerful as that legendary bear with deer legs—of
lengthy as hair that has to be tied with a brooch…”
birthing—a bud sprouting from the ground.
The sun—walking across the sundial a while, stopping a while—sees indeed
this means…
the grounded sage—listening and speaking, standing connected to earth as well as the heavens,
that person:
being behind—what remains afterward when stepping slowly, only one’s left leg leading the way, leaving the tiniest of silk thread footprints—one’s descendants…
what it holds a basket of…
one’s pregnant self,
and yet now, bearded, you:
one’s pregnant self…
being long before—like one’s dead ancestor;
‘outside’ or foreign—like the relatives of your mother, sister, and daughter who divine by the moon…
what it holds a basket of…
one’s pregnant self,
and yet now, bearded, you:
one’s pregnant self…
surviving—on the plane of a baby with health issues, maybe a large head, but still sprouting;
breaking the little wings off…
this means…
what it holds a basket of…
Nothing—no one dancing with long tails flowing from their wrists—nope never, no way, nowhere, nohow Not-Being
personal concerns—like about one’s private grain field—
of a disastrous nature—like that disease-causing environment around Tusk Town,
therefore—anciently, for ten generations, this lightly hits and leaves this mark of reason…
capable—powerful as that legendary bear with deer legs—of
completing—that final nail in the weapon on a pole—
what it holds a basket of…personal concerns—like about one’s private grain field.
The Dào of Lâozî 