looked at but cannot be seen - it is beneath form;

　　listened to but cannot be heard - it is beneath sound;

　　held but cannot be touched - it is beneath feeling;

　　these depthless things evade definition,

　　and blend into a single mystery.

　　in its rising there is no light,

　　in its falling there is no darkness,

　　a continuous thread beyond description,

　　lining what can not occur;

　　its form formless,

　　its image nothing,

　　its name silence;

　　follow it, it has no back,

　　meet it, it has no face.

　　attend the present to deal with the past;

　　thus you grasp the continuity of the way,

　　which is its essence.