Poem Lesson One

Poem from the Tao

Center of Wheel

We join spokes together in a wheel,

But it is the center hole

That makes the wagon move.

 

We shape clay into a pot,

But it is the emptiness inside

That holds whatever we want.

 

We hammer wood for a house,

But it is the inner space

That makes it livable.

We work with being,

But non-being is what we use.