6.
Within that valley mouth between two mountains,
a lightning god…
the husk of the initial protective bud casing—the sepal—but not really the true inner flower of
being mortal—going from a standing person to a pile of bones;
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…
hard-to-see dark structure—like a figure-eight skein of string-dyed-black—
of a mother’s lap—a cow with an arrow… a vagina.
“Hard-to-see dark structure—like a figure-eight skein of string-dyed-black—
of a mother’s lap—a cow with an arrow… a vagina
has this
double-winged gateway… “[from Chapter 1]
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…
Heaven (that sky level above the human head)-Earth (this soil vagina)…
root of the family tree—penis…
barely perceptible—like the fine, white silk threads making up that ever-present, timeless, whole head-cloth ‘ji’ our grown men wrap around the ‘little bird’ top knots on their heads once they’ve received their adult, public courtesy-names.
Barely perceptible—like the fine, white silk threads making up that ever-present, timeless, whole head-cloth ‘ji’ our grown men wrap around the ‘little bird’ top knots on their heads once they’ve received their adult, public courtesy-names…
someone compliantly combing their loose hair seems to be saying: ‘this is as if…’
surviving—on the plane of a baby with health issues, maybe a large head, but still sprouting;
doing truly useful work like a water bucket—by means of carrying-capacity
has this…
the husk of the initial protective bud casing, but not really the true inner flower, of
exerting with force—working hard with the strength of an arm, a bladed tool, or a plough on the soil.
The Dào of Lâozî 