Tao

It is the way there yet unknown.

Tao,

The way spoken yet untold,

The way marked yet unnoted,

The way echoed yet unheard,

The way sensed yet unfelt.

The way is the way yet not the Tao.

The Tao is the Tao yet no longer now,

For when you name the nameless

It is named, less, and still nameless.

Tao is Tao until you speak it,

Tao is Tao until you seek it,

Tao is Tao until you know it,

Tao is Tao yet no longer is it,

Tao.

It is the way here yet unknown.