The Way is
infinite; its use is never exhausted.
It is bottomless,
the fountainhead of all things.
It smoothes
its roughness; it unties its tangles.
It softens
its light; it calms its turmoil.
Deep and still,
ever present.
I do not know
its source.
It seems to
have existed before the Lord.
Dao De Jing 4 |
Eventually,
all things merge into one, and a river
runs through
it. The river was cut by the world's
great flood
and runs over rocks from the
basement of
time. On some of the rocks are
timeless raindrops.
Under the rocks are the
words, and
some of the words are theirs. I am
haunted by
waters.
Norman McLean |
