Tao Meditation: Insignificance

Every morning I read one Tao poem and then try to relate it to my life, when and if I can. It helps me spiritually and also to connect unlike items into something greater. Sometimes I run on a tangent, sometimes it's very, very focused.

As for today, I've not a clue. Insignificance? My fingers are going to fall off if I have to keep typing that word.

Tao is difficult to write about. If you define it with the parameters of words, you limit the limitless and are not truly talking about the original Tao. But then how are we to bring it to others? Confusion, confusion.

Of should I say, Confucius, Confucius.

Today's poem did not get me riled up into an ego-frenzy likes yesterday. Nor was there the 'a-ha!' moment when I found a link. Perhaps it's my Western upbringing, but I cannot see myself as insignificant. I feel we all have a purpose in the tapestry of life. Annoying as it is, yes, that includes the politicians, if even to rally against.

I suppose I have caught myself saying, when work was really hellish, "it's just a job and in the grand scheme of things, really nothing." But I cannot go much deeper than that, for I don't want to live on the streets.

It is, however, only stuff. It's just so bloody hard to remember that on occasion.

I guess I want to make a point here and in the tomorrow. I like to think we are all important. We all have purpose in the Grand Scheme.

Except for the aforementioned politicians.

And those who charge too much for gasoline.

They are less important.

"How long will it take to see the Tao?
"Until you no longer see self-importance."

Dang. That might be a while.

Peace out.