Annotations on the Tao Te Ching

“The Tao that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao.”
Tao Te Ching (Lao Tzu), Verse I, Line 1


A long time ago, I walked down a long and lonesome road. All of the sudden, there shined a figure in the distance. It was my own self, my Ego, standing in the middle of the road. And he said: “What is the Way? What is Enlightenment? Tell me, or I’ll destroy your soul.”

Well, I looked inside myself, and I said “Okay.”

And I knew the first thing that came into my head. It just so happened to be, the Tao. The Way.

It was the Tao. The Way.

Look into my eyes and it’s easy to see, that the self is in natural harmony with the workings of nature. Not once every hundred-thousand years, but now, always. It has never not been, just as the sun doth shine, and the moon doth glow, and the grass doth grow.

Needless to say, my Ego was stunned. Crack! went his tensions and judgments. And the fight between the self that is ever-changing and eternal and the Ego that seeks to define and control was done.

My Ego asked me, “Are you a God?”
And I said, “Yes, and I am but a man.”

Oneness! Ommm, ommm, ooo-oooommm, ommm, omm, ommm.

This is not the Tao. This is just a tribute.

The Tao that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao, no. This is just a tribute.

This is just a tribute to the Tao.

All is right, in the sense that all is as it ever could have been in this moment.

It is the Way. It is the path of non-doing in natural, perfect harmony with the self and all of the universe. It is the peace of lack of tensions, the feeling of oneness and unity with all that ever is and was, forever and ever-changing, floating down the current and using the natural forces of the universe like the wind and the water to tack and sail harmoniously in the direction of bliss. It is the muthafuckin’ Way, the Tao.

And the peculiar thing is this, my friends: The Tao I knew on that fateful night didn’t actually sound anything like this description of it. It cannot be defined in words. It is not the words, the definitions. It is the feeling, a thing that can only ever be felt.

The Tao that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao. This is just a tribute.

You can believe it, if you feel to. I do not wish you were there, for it all was as it was and is already in natural harmony. To wish to change the past is futility, like swimming against the current of a raging stream that has already carried you into the present. It too was the Tao. It is surprising, to find you can’t stop it.

All is right, as all is in its place, and could never have not been.

This is not the Tao. This is just a tribute.


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