pours out everything into life
It is a cornucopia that never runs dry.
It is the deep source of eveything -
it is nothing, and yet everything
It smooths round sharpness and untangles the knots.
It glows like the lamp
that draws the moth...
Tao exists. Tao is
but where It came from I do not know.
It has been shaping things
from before the First Being
from before the Beginning of Time
It gives everything essence without reward
It is serene, beyond desiring.
It is a Mother of All Creation
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