The Way of the creative universe
produces all things, feeds all things
in its effulgence. Each thing forms
according to its nature. Each thing
completes according to its condition.
In this all things honor The Way,
joying in its fecundity.
Honoring The Way,
celebrating its effulgence,
does not feel like an obligation—
it is natural.
The Way births, feeds,
forms, completes, maintains,
increases. The Way does this,
yet claims no possession;
does no bragging or bossing;
looks for no control. The Way
of the creative universe remains
its own mysterious production.