The ancient followers of the Tao were subtle, mysterious, and penetrating. They were too deep to be fathomed. All we can do is describe their appearance. Hesitant, as if crossing a winter stream. Watchful, as if aware of neighbors on all sides. Respectful, like a visiting guest. Yielding, like ice beginning to melt. Simple, like an uncarved block. Open, like a valley. Obscure, like muddy water. Who else can be still and let the muddy water slowly become clear? Who else can remain at rest and slowly come to life? Those who hold fast to the Tao do not try to fill themselves to the brim. Because thev do not try to be full they can be worn out and yet ever new. |
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