All things are connected

Tao and this world seem different
But in truth they are one and the same
The only difference is in what we call them

Tao 1

A thread runs through everyday
Stitched invisibly with a needle
Only sometimes painless
Sewn seams wander to Everyman

You, me
More tightly bound than others
But looser still are we knit
Than what we will be
When inevitably
Our sewing days shall end

Do not dishonor
Such an elaborate tapestry
The gods weave a wondrous pattern
And we see only the underside
But seen from above
Angels gasp at a beauty
No mortal knows

dg

6/8/13
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