My little poem about the Tao:
The Tao needs nothing yet we need the Tao.
We are apart of the Tao even if we do not want to be.
Winter is cold and freezes life in dark ice but this is not the end.
Spring comes around everytime and melts aways the ice.
Everything has it's opposite so that all things stay in harmony and balance.
You can not pick up one end of the log without picking up the other.
Death is not the end nor is life the beginning.
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