there is a mystery,

beneath abstraction,

silent, depthless,

alone, unchanging,

ubiquitous and liquid,

the mother of nature.

it has no name, but i call it "the way";

it has no limit, but i call it "limitless".

being limitless, it flows away forever;

flowing away forever, it returns to my self:

the way is limitless,

so nature is limitless,

so the world is limitless,

and so i am limitless.

for i am abstracted from the world,

the world from nature,

nature from the way,

and the way from what is beneath abstraction.