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The Tao is like morning mist you can see it, but you can't hold it. It whispers in the trees, but no ear can fully hear it. It flows through roots and stones, yet no hand can take it. It's not bright, not dark it's the in-between, the balance of everything It's the hidden source, the Awen from which all rivers, forests, and life appear It has no first seed, no last harvest It's a circle without end You can't put a name on it but you can walk with it feel it in your breath in the seasons moving in the heartbeat of the earth Wisdom is remembering you come from this mystery and one day you will return Live with it and the world becomes your grove Supply | |