Fifty-Six

In order to think and speak

we use words.

Yet words do not know.


Words attempt to keep us

in boxes,

objectifying us

into 'things,'

yet we are not 'things.'


Words separate 'me' from 'you'

and 'us' from 'them,'

yet we are never separate.


The truth is One.

I call it the floating tao.

It cannot be hurt,

it cannot be fixed,

it cannot be solved.

it cannot be named.

It is forever

falling in love with letting go.


This is why it endures.