Monday came as it always does, and the dawn was a bit difficult, ensconced as I was in the warmth and comfort of it all.
And yet, the tao and the day continue to show me the Way of it all.
And yet, the tao and the day continue to show me the Way of it all.
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| The path is not in error just because it curves. |
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Celebrating mystery
Look at it: nothing to see.
Call it colorless.
Listen to it: nothing to hear.
Call it soundless.
Reach for it: nothing to hold.
Call it intangible.
Triply undifferentiated,
it merges into oneness,
not bright above,
not dark below.
Never, oh! never
can it be named.
It reverts, it returns
to unbeing.
Call it the form of the unformed,
the image of no image.
Call it unthinkable thought.
Face it: not face.
Follow it: no end.
Holding fast to the old Way,
we can live in the present.
Mindful of the ancient beginnings,
we hold the thread of the Tao.
