torrents rain


Open up to the way
To become one with it.
Open up to virtue,
To become virtuous.
Open up to loss,
To lose yourself.

Gales blow
And torrents rain
Only briefly.
Yet we witter
And fuss endlessly,
Over trifles

When trust is lost,
We are all untrustworthy.



To be full,
Become empty.
To become new,
Grow old.
Desire little,
Get it.
Desire much,
Do not.

The sage follow the way,
So others may follow in turn.
They are luminous.
Wanting nothing,
The world cannot overcome them.

To become whole,
Submit to breaking.



Though the way is ungraspable,
We know it exists.
Though evasive,
It is manifest.
Though secluded,
It brims with vitality.
It has been here
Since the beginning.
Where does it come from?
Look inside and see.



While others are joyful,
I am expressionless.
While others have abundance,
I possess nothing.
While others are bright,
I alone am in darkness.
While others are discriminating,
I am confused.

I am a fool,
With a mind in chaos.
What’s the difference
Between no and yes?
Between bad and good?
Why fear what others fear?
Forego knowledge,
And problems will dissolve.
I drift on the waves,
At the mercy of the wind.



When the quiet compassion
Of the way is abandoned,
Overt righteousness arises,
Hypocrisy close behind.

People only speak brotherly love
In the midst of family strife.
People only speak patriotism,
When the land is in chaos.



The worst leader is despised,
The next-worst, feared.
Better leaders, loved.
The best, hardly noticed.

Prizing words,
They use them sparingly.
Trusting the people,
Their trust is merited.

Accomplishments quietly earned,
So the people may claim them
As their own.