All things flourish, and each returns to its source.
Great, it passes on (in constant flow).
The sage is not ill, because he sees illness as illness.
To have enough of enough is always enough.
The softest of stuff in the world, penetrates quickly the hardest, insubstantial, it enters where there is no room.
The past has no power to stop you from being present now. Only your grievance about the past can do that. What is grievance? The baggage of old thought and emotion.