Rain, rain, go away...

As one self-employed, on some days your boss is idiot. All the ups and downs of a poet's emotions are magnified by the vagaries of monetary policy, i.e. - the need for fiscal stimulus of a more personal sort.

It's funny how I write a blog post, and then promptly fail to heed my own words.
I wrote this personal paraphrase of Tao 64, and then completely failed on yesterday to heed any of it's lessons. But, today is a new day. Even a rainy Tuesday is an improvement over yesterday...

Tao 64

That which is at rest easily holds what has not yet appeared
Easily holds things fragile
It is easy to break what is hidden
Easy to scatter the small
Manage things before they emerge
Set them in order before trouble

A tree as big as one's embrace springs from the smallest shoot
A nine level terrace rises from a heap of earth
A thousand mile journey begins with your feet underneath

He who acts defeats his purpose
She who insists lets it slip
The holy one does not do, thus does not destroy
Does not insist, therefore does not fail

People in their pursuit of busy-ness
Are often at "almost success"
Yet make a mess

If one is as careful at the end as at the beginning
Then there will be no ruin
In activities, therefore, the holy one wants freedom from wants
Not treasures difficult to attain

He learns no learning
But returns people to what they missed
Thereby, helps the "ten thousand things" find their self naturally
And does not presume to interfere

dg

11/16

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