Something undefined, complete,
existed before the earth and sky.
It was formless, still, alone, changeless,
extending everywhere without effort–
the mother of all things.
I do not know its name,
but I call it The Way
of the creative universe–
even The Great Way.
Great, it flows on.
Passing, it is distant.
Having become distant,
It draws near again.
The Way is great;
the sky is great;
the earth is great;
a wise leader is great.
We humans take our law from the earth;
the earth takes its law from the sky;
the sky takes its law from The Way;
the law of The Way is being as such.
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