the faraway sound of cars passing by
fade out
as the sun, and the daylight
another day lived
another day dies
fears, feelings, sounds, words, movements
all, with the night, seems to calm down
fade out
and my mind wonders
as before, as every night
who am i?
tonight, even if i know i need to improve
i go to bed, with a smile
i might be wrong
but at least i know that i've tried
Thirty-four, Tao Te Ching
The great Tao flows everywhere, both to the left and to the right.
The ten thousand things depend upon it; it holds nothing back.
It fulfills its purpose silently and makes no claim.
It nourishes the ten thousand things,
And yet is not their lord.
It has no aim; it is very small.
The ten thousand things return to it,
Yet it is not their lord.
It is very great.
It does not show greatness,
And is therefore truly great.
