Taoism

The Way is like an empty vessel
That yet may be drawn from
Without ever needing to be filled.
It is botomless; the very progenitor
of all things in the world.
In it all sharpness is blunted,
All tangles is untied,
All glare tempered,
All dust smoothed,
It is like a deep pool that never dries.

(There was) something mysteriously formed,
Born before heaven and earth..
Perhaps it is the mother of ten thousand things.
I do not know its name.
Call it Tao.

Tentu saya tidak menganut atau meyakini atau apalah itu dengan Taoism.
Tapi saya hanya suka ketika itu dituangkan dalam kata-kata seperti di atas.
Seperti bisa merasakan setiap katanya.
Seperti mengerti maknanya.
Seperti tau apa artinya.

Padahal saya tidak tahu sama sekali.