Once upon a time
there was a picture of Tao
and it was quite a puzzle.

Composed in 10kitrillion fashion
flashing before the mind's eye
glimpses of glimmers reveal
bits and pieces along the way

Some folks haven't got a clue.
They work on the puzzle around the edges;
preferring dull ones that do not cut.
Or they pick a color and concentrate on that.
They miss the forest seeing only trees.

Others are methodical
delving into watery waze
or flying high choosing
to work on skies.

The jig seas
as it saws
cutting to the quick
dancing, hooking with a jerk,
punching,drilling, sporting,
entertaining, deceiving, rhyming,
singing, and in mining:
to separate (metalliferous ore) from the refuse
by means of a sieve constructed and placed;
for this purpose.

Cinnabar fields quickly send
the jig is up
just around the bend.

Central compartment
ni-huan, a ball of clay,
forms and deforms the original Way.

Fear of facing
eternal abyss
some folks writhe
and some folks twist.
Others shout while the jig is about.
It returns from the mountain
and we see what it saw
as a hinge
in the balance.

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