Carrying body and soul and embracing the one, Can you avoid separation?
Observe how endings become beginnings.
The unyielding army will not win.
Though tightly the net of words forms, how surely truth slips out.
There is no greater sin than desire, No greater curse than discontent, No greater misfortune than wanting something for oneself. Therefore he who knows that enough is enough will always have enough.
There is something obscure which is complete before heaven and earth arose; tranquil, quiet, standing alone without change, moving without peril. It could be the mother of everything. Not knowing its name, I call it Tao.