Way out

There are ways but te Way is uncharted

There are names but no nature in words:

Nameless indeed is the source of creation

But things have a mother and she has a name.

The secret waits for the insight

of eyes unclouded by longing;

those who are bound by desire

see only the outword container.

These two come paired but distinct

by their names.

of all things profound,

say that their pairing is deepest,

the gate to the root of the world.