Monday, April 4, 2016

Tao. The Poem. Verse 7 to 9.


The world abides—
for it doesn’t exist for itself.

So by yielding the body—
one is present.

And being free of self—
one is fulfilled.


As truth,
like water,

one helps all
and vies with none,

lives low—
as Tao.

All holds the truth—
by not resisting,

one is free
from illusion.


A cup filled to the brim will spill.
Acts done in excess produce the opposite.
When work is complete, the self retreats—
Nature’s Way.

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