The Tao we can tell
Are not all there are.
No number of names
Can convey all there is.
We do not know how it all began.
We only know what can be known now.
Satisfy your desire to know,
But let your desire remain.
All that is is one,
And you are in the muddle of it.
How all can be one is a mystery.
Confusing as it is, nothing can be lost.
What we see and what we do not see
Were both born out of our sight
Emerging out of the darkness.
Through the darkness within this darkness
Is a way to see all that is
And what may be beyond.