The poem today deals with not saying much about the Tao, and letting the message get through. I have to laugh, for I've already made two comments/posts. Have I said too much?
The thing I've liked about the Tao, what has drawn me to it, is there is very little anger about it. World religions, on a whole, argue and yell and scream. I've never heard of a Tao flying an aircraft into a building or spilling poison on the train.
Taoism was not exported. It was not imported. It just is, and I enjoy that aspect and respect it. There's no elaborate ceremony to accept it, and no pledging of your income. What more can you ask for?
So the Tao is translated very little. But the huge concepts are actually very, very basic.
What more can I say?
Peace once more.
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