Verse 4

Bid on NFT

Tao is empty 
    yet it fills every vessel with endless supply 
Tao is hidden 
    yet it shines in every corner of the universe 
With it, the sharp edges become smooth 
    the twisted knots loosen 
    the sun is softened by a cloud 
    the dust settles into place 
So deep, so pure, so still 
    It has been this way forever 
You may ask, "Whose child is it?"— 
    but I cannot say 
This child was here before the Great Ancestor