"Path to Tao" 

Seeing through the body, the mind brakes,

No thought, no room, not even backaches. 

Barefoot trekking all local bases,

Embedded, indeed are distant traces.

Knowledge sorts all things to bear,

But reality doesn't seem to care.

The flow begins to gather,

Enough to make it matter.

The old melts, all is new,

Ah, the path is now in view.