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Look for it, and it can’t be seen.
Listen for it, and it can’t be heard.
Grasp for it, and it can’t be caught.
Its rising brings no dawn,
its setting no darkness;
it goes on and on, unnameable,
returning into nothingness.
Form that includes all forms,
image without an image,
subtle, beyond all conception.
Approach it and you will find no beginning;
follow it and you will find no end.
Beyond knowing, you can only
allow yourself to become it.
You can’t know it, but you can be it,
at ease in your own lif...