Iligna
Added 2021-09-15 07:57:42 +0000 UTCCelebrating Mystery
Look at it: nothing to see.
Call it colorless.
Listen to it: nothing to hear.
Call it soundless.
Reach for it: nothing to hold.
Call it intangible.
Triply undifferentiated,
it merges into oneness,
not bright above,
not dark below.
Never, oh! never
can it be named.
It reverts, it returns
to unbeing.
Call it the form of the unformed,
the image of no image.
Call it unthinkable thought.
Face it: no face.
Follow it: no end.
Holding fast to the old Way,
we can live in the present.
Mindful of the ancient beginnings,
we hold the thread of the Tao.
/ "Lao Tzu: Tao Te Ching", Ursula K. Le Guin /
While exploring new Forests, every day I'm more and more delighted with their diversity of secrets, with the dance that the Sun beams present among the labyrinth of the Tree branches, on the fragile yet strong gossamers. The smell of pine needles combined with the feeling of dry, old summer grass under my feet, the texture of oak bark delicately covered with moss.
Their tiny particles which stay on my skin. And soul.
'Iligna' in latin means 'oakish'. It's name which I gave to one of my beloved horse children.
