Daodejing 15

The masters of The Way
of the creative universe,
back in the old days, knew
the elusive mysteries. Still,

they shuddered like someone
crossing an icy stream;

they stayed awake at night, like
people afraid of their neighbors;

They were serious, like those at
a dinner with powerful people.

They were pliable, like
melting ice; plain like
unworked wood; cloudy
like muddy water; empty
like a mountain gorge.

Muddy water left still a while
will clear; things at rest may
be moved again.

Those who practice this way
Of doing The Way
stay empty,
looking worn and unfinished.

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