The Great Way runs
to left, to right,
the ten thousand things
depending on it,
living on it,
accepted by it.

Doing its work,
it goes unnamed.
Clothing and feeding
the ten thousand things,
it lays no claim on them
and asks nothing of them.
Call it a small matter.
The ten thousand things
return to it,
though it lays no claim on them.
Call it great.

So the wise soul
without great doings
achieves greatness.

Tao Te Ching by Lao Tsu, verse 34, rendition Ursula K. Le Guin

I cannot describe a rationale for featuring this song. Intuition suggests the lyric and the melody points to something fundamental, essential and true. Attending to small things, cultivating one’s own garden is productive, it’s enough. Call “that” anything you want.

Or call it nothing at all.

Grass is not more green somewhere else…

*inspiration for my rumination comes in part from what a good friend wrote earlier today. Click here to consider what he had to say.

Silver Springs by Stevie Nicks.