Tao Te Ching – Chapter 34
The great Tao is like an ocean.
It fills the universe
and all things rely upon it.
It gives us birth
and never abandons us.
It does all this marvelous work and needs no recognition.
It nourishes and sustains us yet does not claim to own us.
It has no need for glory
so it blends into the background and is hardly ever noticed.
It is the true home to which we return, yet it wants no worship.
No wonder we consider it great.
Our own greatness doesn’t come from power or control.
We just live our lives each moment as the greatness that we are.
It is such a relief to forever lay aside fears of offending, displeasing, or somehow getting on the wrong side of a god. Everywhere I look is the not-so-hidden Tao. It sits in front of me as the huge lava cinder cone named Black Butte. East of Black Butte, it rests majestically as Mount Shasta – Queen of Mountains. At my feet it sips from a plate of water as a Black-Headed Grosbeak, then flits away in search of tiny insects for dinner. And… it sits at this keyboard typing words in a futile attempt to capture the wonder of it all.
Since this Great Tao has no need for ownership, power, or control, why should Itttt? It blends into the background and has no need to be noticed. Yet I still look to be noticed, approved of, and affirmed. But I am changing. Anonymity is becoming a more powerful pull in my life. I sit this evening looking over the meadow that my father and grandfather enjoyed. I worked today clearing brush and come to the end of the day with an ever-increasing satisfaction at being unnoticed. My goals are transforming and I’m starting to think that it would be nice to be, “cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown.”