from dawn to blossom, to the time of fall, before winter settles, it is time to enquire, and attempt to understand the meaning of seasons, of life itself.
thinking of what has no name and exists beyond existence itself, has no place yet is everywhere, has no body yet is the source of all matter, I dare not think of it, for it far transcends me.
I am nothing, but still wanting to be; such is my imperfection. I often took the wider road instead of the narrow path...yet regrets don't change anything.
it is I who must change everyday.
it is said that we are a product of our environment, ethnicity, nation...
however the way has no environment, ethnicity or nation, it is larger then one can ever conceive. yet one could grasp it with no hands, for the small contains the infinite and the immense is contained in just a drop of understanding.
It is written:
to remain whole, be twisted. to become straight, let yourself be bent.
to become full, void yourself. be tattered, so that you may be renewed.
therefore the Sage Clasps the Primal Unity,
testing by it everything under heaven.
he does not define himself, therefore he is distinct.
he does not show himself ; therefore he is seen everywhere.
he is not proud of his work, and therefore it endures.
he does not contend,
and for that very reason no one under heaven can contend with him.
so then we see that the ancient saying to remain whole, be twisted was no idle word; for true wholeness can only be achieved by return to the way, a path that cannot be named, or it would be the wrong one.