Feb 1, 20191 min readTight LipsUpdated: Dec 31, 2022Silence lingers, waiting.Patient. Unperturbed by our distractions.Empty thoughts beget empty words.Little theories govern Little men.In every mind a watcher.Noting, recording, judging. TheGold standardIts well-spring of confusion.Silence lingers, waiting.Dutiful. Unattached to our extractions.Empty acts beget empty feelings.Fullness is flatness. The Universe laughs as we grasp for meaning.Nothing is a secret key. True. Yet oneCannot even hold to this. Such is the way of theTao.
Silence lingers, waiting.Patient. Unperturbed by our distractions.Empty thoughts beget empty words.Little theories govern Little men.In every mind a watcher.Noting, recording, judging. TheGold standardIts well-spring of confusion.Silence lingers, waiting.Dutiful. Unattached to our extractions.Empty acts beget empty feelings.Fullness is flatness. The Universe laughs as we grasp for meaning.Nothing is a secret key. True. Yet oneCannot even hold to this. Such is the way of theTao.
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