the poem on the whiteboard in my kitchen

the poem on the whiteboard in my kitchen is dry erase. it reads

"
The Tao is like an empty bowl.
Which in being used can never be
filled up.
Fathomless, it seems to be the origin
of all things.
It blunts all sharp edges,
It unties all tangles,
It harmonizes all lights,
It unitess the world into one whole.
Hidden in the deeps,
Yet it seems to exist for ever.
I do not know whose child it is;
It seems to be the common ancestor of all,
The father of all things.
"