The way of words is not the eternal way.
The spoken name is not the eternal name.
The nameless is the beginning of the universe.
The named is the mother of the myriad things.
Free from desire, you can see what is subtle.
Taken with desire, you can only see what is manifest.
Yet both arise from the same source, with different names.
Mystery within mystery,
the door to all wonders.
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I am working on a version of the Tao Te Ching. I am beginning today, publishing one of the poems from the book. My plan is to publish three a week, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.