[Written by ChatGPT] —after Laozi In silence things begin to grow,Then turn again to rest below.The blade, the bloom, the morning sun—All rise, then fall, as one by oneThey seek the root from which they came,Unnamed, unchanged, forever same. A life begins, the breath is drawn,The infant cries, the dusk meets dawn.Yet stillness waits beneathContinueContinue reading “The Root and the Return”