Tao (The Way) that can be spoken of is not the Constant Tao’ The name that can be named is not a Constant Name. Nameless, is the origin of Heaven and Earth; The named is the Mother of all things. Thus, the constant void enables one to observe the true essence. The constant being enables one to see the outward manifestations. These two come paired from the same origin. But when the essence is manifested, It has a different name. This same origin is called “The Profound Mystery.” As profound the mystery as It can be, It is the Gate to the essence of all life.
“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
Wednesday, July 8, 2026
guardians of truth and traditional wisdom
The phrase "guardians of truth and traditional wisdom" encompasses several deeply rooted spiritual, philosophical, and cultural concepts across different global traditions. Rather than referring to a singular book or organization, looking "inside" this concept reveals a shared human lineage dedicated to preserving ancient knowledge, sacred truths, and moral foundations. [1, 2, 3, 4]
- The Living Archive: They hold oral histories, ecological practices, medicinal secrets, and cultural rituals crucial to community survival. [1, 2]
- Sacred Interconnection: Lineage bearers—such as the Hacaritama healers of Colombia or Druidic practitioners in Wales—work to anchor a reciprocal relationship between humanity and the land. [1, 2]
- The Internal Fortress: In Eastern spiritual traditions like Buddhism, the concept shifts inward. Masters teach that the ultimate way to guard the "Dharmakaya" (the true body of wisdom) is to guard the six senses from external worldly distractions, treating the mind like a locked castle. [1]
- Ecclesiastical Accountability: In Judeo-Christian frameworks, spiritual leaders and elders are legally and morally charged to be guardians of biblical truth, strictly preserving core tenets and sacred teachings for upcoming generations. [1, 2, 3]
- Librarians: Former President Barack Obama famously praised librarians as "guardians of truth and knowledge," highlighting their pivotal role as protectors of literacy, privacy, and uncensored reading.
- Artists: Renowned figures like singer Paul Robeson and filmmakers Ken Loach and Mike Leigh have long asserted that artists serve as the true guardians of truth and the ultimate conscience of human civilization during eras of political propaganda. [1, 2, 3, 4, 5]
Wednesday, February 16, 2022
Poet Statement BY QUYÊN NGUYỄN-HOÀNG TRANSLATED BY QUYÊN NGUYỄN-HOÀNG
An unfinished translation of Hàn Mặc Tử’s “Poetry”
Whoever speaks of the moon garden speaks of the dream garden.
Whoever speaks of the shore of reverie speaks of the shore of love.
The poetic human is a strange traveler walking in the spring of primeval clarity.
Above their head are nobility, boundlessness, and measurelessness, all around them are loving caresses swaddled in a hundred instants of ardent longing—
Made of softness, made of melody. From where does the wind carry the poetic human to this strange shore, a virginal shore full of song and gracefulness. The human pauses to pick the exquisite leaves. The human falls silent to listen to the echo of the moon ringing, which is not unlike the sound of jewels exploding. Ah, and so the naïve human hurriedly gathers the falling gold light and wraps it in the lapel of their coat.
The human’s mind has levitated and the human’s poetry has levitated even higher.
Turns out the enraptured human is walking in dreams, in miracles, in splendor, flying beyond the ghostly emptiness.
I make poetry?
—Meaning I pluck a melody, press on a silk thread, stir a veil of light.
You will see the instrument’s breath glide upon the breath of my soul and sink into the cascade of hot electric waves pouring from the five dancerly fingertips.
You will tremble to the hum of the fine bronze string, will leave the ravishing tune to moan and groan without end.
And you will feel strange, will look without blinking when a rustle of light bursts into a breaking star. Those are the tones and melodies of my poetry, the sacred tones and melodies born while the wild blood is howling under the pen tip.
I make poetry?
—Meaning I am so frail! I give in to temptation, I betray everything that my gut, my blood, my soul once kept utterly secret.
And meaning, also, that I have lost my mind, I have gone mad.
“Poet Statement” is a translation of a passage extracted from the Vietnamese poet Hàn Mặc Tử’s prose poem “Thơ” (“Poetry”), which appeared in his collection Chơi Giữa Mùa Trăng (Ngày Mới Press, 1944), or Midseason Moonplay in Quyên Nguyễn-Hoàng’s translation in progress. The title “Poet Statement” is the translator’s addition.
Hàn Mặc Tử (1912–1940) was a Vietnamese Catholic poet. He was born Nguyễn Trọng Trí at Lệ Mỹ Village, Đồng Hới District, Quảng Bình Province. In 1937, he contracted leprosy, and three years later, died at Quy Hòa Hospital in Quy Nhơn City. Hàn was the founder and celebrated master of the Chaos (“Loạn”) or Mad (“Điên”) school of poetry, which lasted between 1936 and 1946 in Vietnam.
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והארץ היתה תהו ובהו וחשך על־פני תהום ורוח אלהים מרחפת על־פני המים
And the earth was wondering and dark and dark by the abyss and the wind of God floating by the water
Thursday, December 5, 2019
Some Thoughts on the 1949 ‘Letter to the Archbishop of Boston’
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