Twenty-Five


Perhaps it is mother of the universe.

Not knowing its name, I call it floating tao.

For lack of a better word, I call it essence.

Being essential, it flows through all existence

inside and outside, then returns

to the source of all things.


Not limited to logic;

tao is truly beyond all definition.


Remember to reconnect with

this

vast intelligence and creativity

which is only

accessible through

silence.


What the mind strains to grasp

the heart already knows.

Darkness helps.