Without a door’s opening,
Your heart can greet the world.
Without a window’s view,
His essence is unfurled.
The more you learn and know,
The less you understand.
The Master, ever still,
Sees light in every land.
Arriving without travel,
Achieving without deed,
In stillness finds the way,
In silence plants the seed.
Fear’s the grandest illusion of all,
Defense prepares us for a fall.
Misfortune lies in enmity’s glare,
But clear-sighted souls are always safe there.
True perfection, imperfect gleam,
Perfectly itself, it seems.
True fullness, void in sight,
Fully present, day and night.
True straightness, crooked guise,
True wisdom, fool’s surprise.
True art, artless grace,
Life unfolds at its own pace.
The Master lets things flow,
Shapes events, then lets them go.
Steps aside, life’s tale to tell,
In silence, wisdom’s voice will swell.
