Birth is the harbinger of death
and light the mother of darkness.
Beauty is the child of ugliness.
Ecstasy is the handmaiden of misery.
Partners in the dance.
Obstacles have no meaning.
Merely bypassed in the flow.
On the lowest path.
Naturally quiet.
Without resistance.
The Dao does not defy description.
It is ineffable, making no effort.
Beyond all knowing.
Struggling to define it
is punching water.
Unassuming simplicity.
Kindness and contentment.
A journey without a destination
among ten thousand things
following the Way.
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