13.
Favoring—glorifying and pampering like a dragon or a favorite concubine gracing your home…
disgracing—like vibrating oneself to life in one tiny inch as when life begins to stir;
someone compliantly combing their loose hair seems to be saying: ‘this is as if…’
startling—like how lightly hitting by hand a mouth as beautiful, honored, and circumspect as a ram’s head makes a horse shy away.
Treasuring—as if as valuable as baskets of cowry-shell-riches—
great giant…
piercing of the heart-core with worry;
someone compliantly combing their loose hair seems to be saying: ‘this is as if…’
one’s pregnant self.
That very one— about whom you can purse your lips around a cane and puff: ‘yup, that’s the person…’
what it’s called when speaking from the gut—words, like slaves or criminals branded by a chisel emerging from a mouth…
“favoring—glorifying, pampering like a dragon or favorite concubine gracing your home,
disgracing—like vibrating oneself to life in one tiny inch as when life begins to stir…
someone compliantly combing their loose hair seems to be saying: ‘this is as if…’
startling—like how lightly hitting by hand a mouth as beautiful, honored, and circumspect as a ram’s head makes a horse shy away?”
“favoring—glorifying and pampering like a dragon or a favorite concubine gracing your home…”
efforting—like lifting up an elephant—
down below (lower level):
hand-picking-of-cowry-shell-riches-along-the-road,
what it has…
someone compliantly combing their loose hair seems to be saying: ‘this is as if…’
startling—like how lightly hitting by hand a mouth as beautiful, honored, and circumspect as a ram’s head makes a horse shy away;
dropping something—losing it, not succeeding,
what it has…
someone compliantly combing their loose hair seems to be saying: ‘this is as if…’
startling—like how lightly hitting by hand a mouth as beautiful, honored, and circumspect as a ram’s head makes a horse shy away.
The sun—walking across the sundial a while, stopping a while—sees indeed
what it’s called when speaking from the gut—words, like slaves or criminals branded by a chisel emerging from a mouth…
“favoring—glorifying and pampering like a dragon or a favorite concubine gracing your home…
disgracing—like vibrating oneself to life in one tiny inch as when life begins to stir…
someone compliantly combing their loose hair seems to be saying: ‘this is as if…’
startling—like how lightly hitting by hand a mouth as beautiful, honored, and circumspect as a ram’s head makes a horse shy away.”
That very one— about whom you can purse your lips around a cane and puff: ‘yup, that’s the person…’
what it’s called when speaking from the gut—words, like slaves or criminals branded by a chisel emerging from a mouth…
“treasuring—as if as valuable as baskets of cowry-shell-riches—
great giant…
piercing of the heart-core with worry;
someone compliantly combing their loose hair seems to be saying: ‘this is as if…’
one’s pregnant self?”
I—we—our five mouths
‘place’— somewhere intentionally created, like a door chopped with an axe…
this means:
Flesh-and-blood, meat-handling Being
great giant…
piercing of the heart-core with worry…
—now this is cooking up something!
efforting—like lifting up an elephant
I—we—our five mouths…
Flesh-and-blood, meat-handling Being
one’s pregnant self;
reaching—like grabbing a person…
I—we—our five mouths…
Nothing—no one dancing with long tails flowing from their wrists—nope never, no way, nowhere, nohow Not-Being
one’s pregnant self…
I—we—our five mouths
Flesh-and-blood, meat-handling Being
that very one— about whom you can purse your lips around a cane and puff: ‘yup, that’s the person’…
piercing of the heart-core with worry.
Anciently, for ten generations, this lightly hits and leaves a mark of reason…
“Treasuring—as if as valuable as baskets of cowry-shell-riches…”
this means…
one’s pregnant self
efforting—like lifting up an elephant—
Heaven (that sky level above the human head)-down below (lower level):
someone compliantly combing their loose hair seems to be saying: ‘this is as if…’
that about which one can purse one’s lips like a piece of cane and puff: Yup, that’s it, definitely
entrusted—as one exiled east to a house of strange, great men as punishment—but still counted on to translate there—with
Heaven (that sky level above the human head)-down below (lower level).
Loving—your heart-core stuck in your throat…
this means…
one’s pregnant self,
efforting—like lifting up an elephant—
Heaven (that sky level above the human head)-down below (lower level):
someone compliantly combing their loose hair seems to be saying: ‘this is as if…’
that about which one can purse one’s lips like a piece of cane and puff: Yup, that’s it, definitely
trusted—committed to caring for something like a blade of grass by speaking words like slaves or criminals branded by a chisel, emerging from a mouth—with
Heaven (that sky level above the human head)-down below (lower level).
The Dào of Lâozî 