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.