{"id":813,"date":"2007-08-03T00:01:07","date_gmt":"2007-08-03T06:01:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=813"},"modified":"2007-08-03T12:17:48","modified_gmt":"2007-08-03T18:17:48","slug":"poetry-friday-how-you-get-from-butterlies-to-lucy-van-pelt-to-the-tao-te-ching","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=813","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: How You Get From Butterflies to<br>Lucy Van Pelt to the <em>Tao Te Ching<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/butterfly bev3.jpg\">This photo today is compliments of my mother, Beverly Walker, who takes some really gorgeous nature shots, and it&#8217;s just one of many beautiful photographs she&#8217;s snapped. And I thank her for letting me borrow it for our blog today. <\/p>\n<p>When I look at her photography &#8212; whether it&#8217;s of a sunset or, in this case, an insect getting all the nourishment it needs <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/lucy.jpg\">from the nectar of a flower &#8212; it feels like someone is reminding me to slow down, to want less, that we with our busy lives are foolish to be burdened with worry, though I suppose it&#8217;s our nature as humans. You know, the lilies of the field and all that stuff (that&#8217;s a lame attempt to quote Lucy in <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/A_Charlie_Brown_Christmas\">&#8220;A Charlie Brown Christmas&#8221;<\/a><\/strong> when she says, &#8220;you know, deck them halls and all that stuff&#8221; . . . but, well, that wasn&#8217;t very effective, since I had to explain it). <\/p>\n<p>Anyway, that brings me to my Poetry Friday entry for today. I had to go look this poem up; I had written it down around this time about two years ago, and I&#8217;m glad I did. It communicates what I&#8217;m trying to say, the thoughts that go through my mind when someone as talented as my mom captures a moment like you see above:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Stop being holy, forget being prudent,<br \/>\nIt&#8217;ll be a hundred times better for everyone.<br \/>\nStop being altruistic, forget being righteous,<br \/>\npeople will remember what family feeling is.<br \/>\nStop planning, forget making a profit,<br \/>\nthere won&#8217;t be any thieves and robbers. <\/p>\n<p>But even these three rules<br \/>\nNeedn&#8217;t be followed; what works reliably<br \/>\nis to know the raw silk,<br \/>\nhold the uncut wood.<br \/>\nNeed little,<br \/>\nwant less.<br \/>\nForget the rules.<br \/>\nBe untroubled.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>&#8212; Lao Tzu, <em>Tao Te Ching<\/em>, &#8220;Raw Silk and Uncut Wood,&#8221; translated by Ursula K. LeGuin<\/p>\n<p>cloudscome over at <em><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/awrungsponge.blogspot.com\/\">a wrung sponge<\/a><\/strong><\/em> has more butterflies fluttering by for you. <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/awrungsponge.blogspot.com\/2007\/07\/butterflies.html\">Go see<\/a><\/strong>. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This photo today is compliments of my mother, Beverly Walker, who takes some really gorgeous nature shots, and it&#8217;s just one of many beautiful photographs she&#8217;s snapped. And I thank her for letting me borrow it for our blog today. When I look at her photography &#8212; whether it&#8217;s of a sunset or, in this [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-813","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-friday"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/813","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=813"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/813\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=813"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=813"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=813"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}