Chapter one
This is where the book begins. Switch between the three versions and the interpretation, and press play to hear any of them.
The Tao that can be trodden is not the enduring and unchanging Tao. The name that can be named is not the enduring and unchanging name.
(Conceived of as) having no name, it is the Originator of heaven and earth; (conceived of as) having a name, it is the Mother of all things.
Always without desire we must be found,
If its deep mystery we would sound;
But if desire always within us be,
Its outer fringe is all that we shall see.
Under these two aspects, it is really the same; but as development takes place, it receives the different names. Together we call them the Mystery. Where the Mystery is the deepest is the gate of all that is subtle and wonderful.
The Way that can be explained
is not the Way itself.
The name that can be spoken
is not what it really is.
Nameless, it is where the universe begins.
Named, it is where everything we know comes from.
When you want nothing,
you see the wonder underneath.
When you want something,
you see only the surface.
Wonder and surface come from the same place.
They only have different names.
Together they are the great unknown.
And past that unknown, a deeper one,
the door to every wonder.
A way that words can walk
is not the lasting Way.
A name that lips can shape
is not the lasting name.
Nameless, the dawn of earth and sky.
Named, the mother of all that is.
So stay empty of wanting,
and you will see the mystery.
Stay full of wanting,
and you will see where it ends.
These two rise from a single spring
and are given different names.
Their oneness we call the dark.
Dark, and darker still,
the gate of every wonder.
The book opens by taking away the thing you came for. You wanted the Tao explained, and the first line says that whatever can be explained is not it. In Chinese the line turns on a single word. Tao means a road, and it also means to speak. The road that can be spoken is not the lasting road.
This is not a refusal to teach. It is an instruction on how to listen. Names divide the world into separate things, and that is useful. It is how the world we live in comes to be. But what the names are cut from has no name.
Then comes the practice. Look with a mind that wants nothing, and you sense the depth behind things. Look with a mind that wants, and you see their edges, where one thing stops and another starts. Later teachers read this as a description of sitting in stillness.
And the chapter does not ask you to choose. Depth and edges come from one source. To hold both at once is what it calls the dark, the gate of every wonder.



