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.