6 of 81, Poems from the Tao, Spoken Word

6 of 81

The Tao is the Great Mother
She plants her divine seed in all

So spouts infinite worlds
So sprouts infinite mothers

Her divine seed lies in you
Use it as you will

A small note; this is a work in metaphor. I refer to the Tao as a mother in terms of creative energy and not to attribute gender or anthromorphosize the divine.

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