The Silent Music of the Tao
Chapter Five (The Tao te Ching)

The wind through pines,
The river’s chant.
The Tao speaks without words,
Rain falls on weeds and flowers alike,
The sun warms both predator and prey.
Without emotion, without favorites,
the Tao remains true to its course.

All beings participate
In the universal dance
Doing what they came to do.
The Tao also does its dance
Silent, everywhere and nowhere
Impossible to understand
Words don’t help, words exhaust.

The Tao sings silent music.