The way of Tao

Poem Seven

Out of the haze
The misty mountains loom
Dominating monuments
To ancient forces

Their power rises from existence
Their majesty from the seer's eye
To know their nature
Is to know the ways of the unknowable

Ever the same ‑ yet ever changing
Forever secure ‑ yet always moving
Immortal, everlasting ‑ yet slowly yielding

The way of Tao