“Giving birth and nourishing; having, yet not possessing… this is the Tao.”
(From A New Way of Thinking, A New Way of Being Experiencing the Tao Te Ching)
The love of a mother for her child is the highest form of unconditional, sacrificial love in the human experience. A woman yields her body in the creation of new life (science can explain the physical act of reproduction but the moment when a sperm and ova becomes a new life remains a mystery), and nourishes and protects the fragile infant with legendary ferocity, yet why is it that God, who is Love, is referred to as the Father and with male personal pronouns? But I digress. Slightly.
Having, yet not possessing… each of us had a day today. Good, bad, short, long, productive, stagnant – it was a day. Thing is, we don’t own that day. It does not belong to you or to me. I believe the concept of possessing is an illusion even if it is nine-tenths of the law. “Well, officer, dude, possessing isn’t real, man…” Okay, so it wouldn’t hold up in court.
The Tao of having yet not possessing is in recognizing that we come into this world with nothing and leave with exactly the same amount.