I do not know its name

Something formless, complete in itself
There before Heaven and Earth
Tranquil, vast, standing alone, unchanging

It provides for all things yet cannot be exhausted
It is the mother of the universe
I do not know its name, so I call it "Tao"

Forced to name it further, I call it
"The greatest of all things"
"The end of all endings"

I call it
"That which is beyond the beyond"
"That to which all things return"
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That elusive dream, softly framed in the glow of hope and wonder
The misty wisps of half remembered joys -
soft kisses, shadowy smiles from bedroom eyes

The tender and soft skin that babies are -
so different from workday wars and daily chores
That firm, but quiet steel that braces a widow's heart

The mystery is how such soft and strong things come to us
The miracle is that they come at all

dg

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