There are ways but the Way is uncharted;
There are names but not
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 outward
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