She is the Dao

A true Daoist does not know she is a Daoist! For, how could she?

A Daoist lives in the moment, and as soon as the moment is clarified, she is no longer living in the moment!

She is limitless like the wind sometimes calm and other times exciting like the beginning of a tornado!

She reaches her hands to us all and touches us with grace, even though she knows nothing about her gift only we breathe on our own accord.

She cannot be exhausted, though she is exhausted without knowing why.

She looks at work as a mysterious gloom, for work is hierarchy and division and superiority--all things that Dao is not!

Wisdom rests in her without distinction, without division, without hierarchy. She is the Dao of the Dao!

She owns her inner power like a dancing machine resolving inaction with action and twirling circles around the room to good music or the thoughts in her head.

She is like a feather falling from the sky as the wind moves it in every direction. And, though her brain cannot tap into the twists and turns, she allows the focus to focus itself, for controlling it too much only causes the feather to fly away!

She judges not, nor enters the realm of disagreement or delusional thinking, for in the world of worlds, there is anger, frustration, and conflict all hurdling itself at pain instead of divine wisdom of joy within herself!

She has a name and no name, too, for she is the indefinable no-name we long to hear! She walks the circle of life looking and touching the flowers and not calling them daisy, peonie, or lily. For, naming the nameless resolves the beauty of touching it completely!

She is vital energy, the life force and matter within herself, driving in a direction with pure energy from the heart and soul. She lifts up others to our vital energy, and we fly along like birds with her divinity!

She is the divine feminine--the yin within ourselves humbling coming to the surface to celebrate our dreams as the moon fills up and empties from cycle to cycle or from one lunar year to the next without counting time once.

She is perfect harmony like an algebraic equation or some Einsteinian vision of light and optics we dare not understand, though we all know the formula.

She demands no riches and lives simply in her boundlessness without rules and with the reciprocity of love binding us all to her gravity springs!

She is the dao and does not know it!

--JINGLETT