Forty-One

If it wasn't funny,

it wouldn't be the floating tao.


Here's what's so funny:

The path into the light can feel dark and

foreboding,

the way forward seems to go backward,

the easy way feels difficult.

The virtue of stillness can at times

feel like lazy avoidance.

The greatest voice is the silent one.

The greatest talent seems to produce

nothing.

The greatest beauty, invisible.


Just as a cup is only useful when empty;

grace enters

when there is enough space

within

to receive it.