Taoist ideogram

 

There is a movement

that doesn’t move.

 

There is a wind

that is still.

 

There is black

that dresses in white.

 

There is a yes

that means no.

A stop sign

that says go.

An earth

that is a grain of sand.

A boy

that has always been a man.

A death

that always lives.

A thing outside us

unknown

that always gives.

 

What makes anything right?

 

I, I undying in this necessary fight

can do what I wish

in travail, in delight.

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