The Tao is not formless.

We are cradled in it–

like a child not knowing

it is separate

from its mother

we scream when we

cannot hear her breathe

and imagine death.

The Tao is not soundless.

We hear it

all the time.

Turn off

the tape recording,

turn up the volume.

The Tao is not Godless

it answers every prayer.

What did you ask for

In the infinite clouds

Beyond time, beyond now

and beyond the formed?

The Tao hears that too.