August 28, 2011

The Power Of Tao


Walking down by the gulf tonight, I sat and paused. Looking out at the vast expanse of water, I could not think but how powerful it is and how it is symbolic of all that is Tao; always moving, changing form, coming in and going back out, an endless cycle. I watch the sun set, it slowly going down in the sky, people taking pictures of it as if they could capture its essence in a photograph. If you asked ten people to describe the sunset, you would get ten different descriptions. It is now dark and I am one of the few people remaining on the sand. I hear the muffled roar of the waves reaching the shore. I hear the Tao.

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