Looked at but cannot be seen - it is beyond form; Listened to but cannot be heard - it is beyond sound; Grasped at but cannot be touched - it is beyond reach; These depthless things evade definition, And blend into a single mystery. In its rising there is no light, In its falling there is no darkness, A continuous thread beyond description, Lining what can not exist, Its form formless, Its image nothing, Its name mystery, Meet it, it has no face, Follow it, it has no back. Understand the past, but attend the present; In this way you know the continuity of Tao, Which is its essence. |
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