We walk to Bandeira, starting early in the morning, hoping to avoid the intense heat of the afternoon.
I read Chapter 11 of the Tao te Ching, written by Lao tsu, translated by Steven Mitchell:
“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 walk walk under a bridge.
“We work with being,
but non-being is what we use.”
water under the bridge
An old man and woman walk with their dog beside the church.
We drink coffee. Karen greets a passing pilgrim, saying, “Buen Camino.” [Good voyage.]
We walk on an overpass above the highway. The heat is intense.
Lao tsu’s poem draws attention to the use of emptiness. When you meditate, you will encounter moments when no thoughts come — when you encounter the inner emptiness.