Mystery #14 Tao Te Ching
Looked at but cannot be seen – it is beneath form;
Listened to but cannot be heard – it is beneath sound;
Held but cannot be touched – it is beneath feeling;
These depthless things evade definition,
And blend into a single mystery.
In its rising there is no light,
In its falling there is no darkness,
A continuous thread beyond description,
Lining what can not occur;
Its image nothing,
Its name is silence;
Follow it, it has no back,
Meet it, it has no face.
Attend the present to deal with the past;
Thus you grasp the continuity of the Way,
Which is its essence
– Lao Tzu
Marcel Proust could not beat out Lao Tzu’s ‘Mystery #14’ but Mr. Proust will return next Sunday following April Fool’s Day.