I feel the tao strongest in the early morning – by midday it disappears.
I lose the tao when I breath too fast or think too long.
The tao is weak indoors, but strong under the starlight.
I feel the tao’s strength in quiet, and in vastness.
When I’m strong, the tao is strong – but unseen.
The great and mysterious tao hides inside the plausible
– and in the midst of the everyday.
The tao appears when I listen for my next thought.