| Looked for it cannot be seen; it is invisible. Listened for it cannot be heard; it is inaudible. Reached for it cannot be touched; it is intangible. These three are beyond analysis; these three are one. It rises like the sun, but does not illuminate. It sets like the sun, but does not darken. Without beginning, without end, it is infinite, undefinable. It is the form of the formless; it is existence in non-existence; it is the greatest mystery. Meet it and it has no face; follow it and it has no back. Hold close to the ancient Tao and be master of your present existence. Knowing the present you mirror the past. This is the clue to Tao. |
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