I wade in the pool
Words rushing through my mind
THE TAO
If you touch it, it eludes you
If you grasp it, it slips
If you push it, you fall
If you revere it, you stumble
If you misunderstand it, you fail
It’s the gleam of a sunbeam hitting a pupil
The intention in the whining of a power tool
It’s everywhere, discernable in the slightest thing
They call it the ETERNAL MYS TERY
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