The Tao of Love
A poem, inspired by the Tao Te Ching, chapter 1.
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Merely uttered love is not enduring.
Abiding Love cannot be named.
She is the breath of the cosmos,
The life of all things.
Her Spirit is revealed through contentment.
Her Glory boasted in the longing.
What is known,
What is seen,
Is One,
Spirit and Glory, One within.
Love incarnate in this darkness:
She is the way through the
Dark of dark.