51.
When the Tao sees itself through our eyes for what it is
and is in awe of its own beauty,
it is stunned into silence by the wonder of its creation.
Not a single word exists within it,
not an awareness of silence or noise,
not a thought of anything.
Yet, all is known without an awareness of knowing
and this is wonderful.
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