The way is an empty vessel


The way is an empty vessel.
When used, it remains full.

It is the source of the ten thousand things.

It blunts the sharp,
unravels the tangles,
mutes the glaring light,
joins with the dust.

It is hidden, but exists forever.

I do not know whose child it is,
only that it is older than the gods.

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