The Way is forever undefined.
Small though it is in the unformed state, it cannot be grasped.
If kings and lords could harness it,
The ten thousand things would naturally obey.
Heaven and earth would come together
And gentle rain fall.
Men would need no more instruction
and all things would take their course.
Once the whole is divided, the parts need names.
As soon as there are names
One ought to know that it is time to stop.
Knowing when to stop averts trouble.
The Way is to the world as the River and the Sea are to rivulets and streams. (Tao Te Chi)
What is the Way? It is God/Love/Divinity: enacted, embodied, thought, approached, approaching. It’s known as Allah, Adonai, the One, Love — depending on the culture you come from or the culture you choose to align yourself to.
The passage above is the Way, self-describing Itself, as it moves, is enacted, is embodied, is thought — by the reader. It opens as a genesis — a seed, then flesh, then a skeleton of rivulets and stream, a skeleton of Divine names. “The parts need names.” The conduits of the Way’s transmission, the Way back, the bones, ligaments, fibres of the human form: these are rivulets and streams, names recited in a particular order — an order of need — a physical need implicit within any bifurcation, within all branches of the tree of life, as the physical as the drive of streams and rivulets back to the river and sea.
The Way is always brighter, always new — because it is procession, from streams and rivulets back to the river and sea. There’s a Brighter New Way out there, for you and me.