looked at but cannot be seen - it is beneath form;

listened to but cannot be heard - it is beneath sound;

held but cannot be touched - it is beneath feeling;

these depthless things evade definition,

and blend into a single mystery.

in its rising there is no light,

in its falling there is no darkness,

a continuous thread beyond description,

lining what can not occur;

its form formless,

its image nothing,

its name silence;

follow it, it has no back,

meet it, it has no face.

attend the present to deal with the past;

thus you grasp the continuity of the way,

which is its essence.