The Tao is told is not the Tao.

It is the child that sees the primordial secret in Nature and it is the child of ourselves we return to. The child within us is simple and daring enough to live the Secret.

Worlds and particles, bodies and beings, time and space: All are transient expressions of the Tao.

A tree that cannot bend will crack in the wind. Thus by nature's own decree, the soft and gentle are triumphant.

Give up learning, and put an end to your troubles.

The more clever and cunning people are, the stranger the events will be.

Empty your mind of all thoughts. Let your heart be at peace. Watch the turmoil of beings, but contemplate their return.