06 June 2011

Fifteen

The old masters were deep, unfathomable,
profound beyond understanding.
Because they were unfathomable,
we can only describe their demeanor.

Cautious, as if crossing an icy stream.
Alert, as if sensing danger.
Respectful, like visiting guests.
Yielding, like melting ice.
Simple, like uncarved wood.
Open, like beckoning valleys.
Mysterious, like opaque pools.

Still the mind, and the mud settles.
Do nothing, and action comes of itself.

One who embraces the Tao has no desire for fulfillment.
Not desiring fulfillment,
he is finished with birth and death.