You can’t grab it, see it, understand it, know it, feel it.  The Tao cannot be named.  But you can BE it–at ease in your own life.

At ease in my life.  Easy does it.  Does what?  Dunno.  Does whatever you believe you seek.  The answer to every question is peace.  Beyond understanding.  Wisdom recognizes that understanding is often useless.

Just standing at ease today.  As I head off to the trees for a retreat from the noise and papers, I let the moments fall where they will, preparations, travel, maps, growling tummy–one second pretends to follow another.  In each breath is the comfort of the tree of my body, the sky of un-knowing, the dear rock beneath the illusion of my feet.  Wrap me up like a present to the earth with sweet cotton and let my eyes be open for the birds.