Tao Te Ching Teachings: Ceaseless Thread


“Lingering forever like a ceaseless thread of silk

Draw upon her endlessness effortlessly”

Once the barrier we set up between ourselves and infinity is broken down, then the passageway of The Mysterious Female opens up. An infinite source of energy, it can be used to achieve anything. But make sure your intentions are good, and governed by integrity, otherwise that passageway will be closed to you soon enough.

Lao Tzu tells us that if we want to reach The Mysterious Female, we must have mastered inner effortlessness. I specify inner effortlessness to avoid confusion. A Taoist works hard in all his aims, but because he is at peace within, he does not get attached to them. He takes as long as he needs to take to do things, neither rushing, nor slacking, stopping when finished, so as not to overdo it. It is like picking up gossamer, or the subtle silk of a spider’s web; if you are anything less than gentle, you will break it. You have to touch it as though you were touching nothing at all.

It is the same with emptiness. If you want emptiness, and the peaceful power is conveys, you cannot aggressively force it come to you – that will only repel it further and further. Make yourself as gentle and receptive as diaphanous gossamer, and she will come to you naturally. Of course, being omnipresent and immanent, she hasn’t come to you at all. It is only that your new state of receptive awareness has enabled you to perceive it.

What you perceive, you welcome

What you ignore, you lose

You do not need to be a Taoist to appreciate the magnificence of the supreme female, for she manifests herself everywhere as Isis, Durga, Lakshmi, Sophia, Shekkinah, Mary, Spider Grandmother, and countless other goddesses that serve as avatars for the unrepresentable, unknowable, unimaginable Mysterious Female. There is a reason she is called mysterious, because no one can ever fathom her. Know that she is unknowable, and she will let you know everything about her.

POEM: The Ecstasy of Truth

white tara


When I chant you name

All beings in all realms

Are greatly pleased

The green energy of the earth

Rises up to engulf me

And the Isis of long ago

Becomes very present indeed

My womb opens up

As a heavenly lotus

Dispersing rainbow pollen

To all and sundry

I dance in the streets of India

My see-through sarong

Exposing my verdant limbs

My vagina is the flower

That all beings like to kiss

Thorns cannot be found here anymore

In the ecstatic dance of truth

POEM: Carnival of the Dying King

Lear and Cordelia 1849-54 by Ford Madox Brown 1821-1893
Lear and Cordelia 1849-54 Ford Madox Brown 1821-1893 

However much hurt you give me

I will always be willing to carry it

You are my Goddess

And I, your ass,

Willing to bear all the burdens

Your purity does not permit

Every misfortune

Or swing of the axe

That life levels at you

May it be my own instead

May I be the scapegoat

Of all your suffering

Who can be cast off into the wilderness

Where he can do no one any more harm

Jackals will gnaw at my ankles

Swarms of insects and locusts

Will harry me constantly

Urging me onwards

To my inevitable collapse

Yet I

Bleary-eyed and braying

Will be anaesthetized by love

The more the love

The more the pain

The more the Heaven

The more the Hell

My ribcage will be a marimba

Upon which King Yama can declare me conquered

My fleece will be made into slippers

So you continue to dance on my woes

Even in my absence

Goddess, Goddess,

Unknowing Goddess

Has anyone ever been as ignorant as you?

But the ignorance is all my own

It is the sharpened throne

Upon which I slaughter myself

The king has used up

His twelve year turn

The populace are in outrage

Frothing into a frenzy

Carrying me through crowds

And bellicose hoards

Prostitutes scourge me with chains

And vicars piss on my wainscoting

I am the mould growing upon the world

I do not blame you

For wanting to remove me

Have done with this wretch

This champion of lies

Cast him into the bonfire of vanities

And make him vomit forth

A final quatrain or two

We’ll tie him to the tracks

And be the final straw

That breaks the camel’s back

Let’s not be hasty now

Let me suffer slowly

Let every last incineration

Be like an intimate conversation

By candlelight

“Isn’t it romantic?”

The werewolf declares

Licking out my eye sockets

Bringing filth to purity

And purity to filth

Radiance to obscurity

And obscurity to silt

It’s a tomb with a view –

What I can I say?

So I will love you all extremely


And devotedly

As you scourge me

Instead of

My love

POEM: Seed of All Beginnings


All our actions

And intentions

Are mirrored

And reflected

Like light shining through

An infinite prism

What you do

On a mundane level

Has its parallel

In the spiritual

Fasting in the bath

My higher self

Prepares for ablutions

In a beautiful pyramid

We are going to see the Goddess

Our bodies must be lighter

Then the lightest flower

And clearer

Than the purest light

Then I will return to

The womb of my mother

As the seed of all beginnings