...there is no north or south.
Such is the lyric of an old turn-of-the-century (i.e., 19th to 20th) hymn, in the Episcopal hymnal at least, but of course it was "In CHRIST there is...". Whatever. I always liked that old late Buddhist Episcopalian John Fahey's syncopated version.
I was painting today, and working from an early Ming image accompanying verse 57 in "The Illustrated Tao Te Ching," a pretty little thing which features James Legge's somewhat archaic god-infused translation.
My little ink homage (not quite finished) is hardly worthy, but it made me recall the classic American transcendentalist painting that illustrated something by Thoreau or Emerson or William Cullen Bryant in my middle school English reader (probably yours too). (In my painting, see the little guy under the tree?) I found it in just minutes, tracking down the "Hudson River School", and was slightly startled to realize it is NOT in black and white (as rendered in that old textbook).
In Tao there is no black or white, either. The title of the colorful painting is Kindred Spirits. It must have been speaking to me as I painted today.
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