Rooted, easy to nourish, Recent, simple to correct. Brittle breaks at slightest touch, Small things scatter, unchecked. Preventing trouble before it starts, Ordering chaos before it appears. A giant pine from a sprout does grow, A thousand miles begin right here. Rushing, you falter, Grasping, you lose. Force spoils the near-complete, Letting be is the wiser muse. The Master acts by not acting, Calm in beginning and end. Owning nothing, nothing to lose, Desireless, his wishes transcend. He learns by unlearning, Reminds of true being within. Caring not for the world, Thus, for everything, his care extends.
In life, seek the gentle grace of dawn, A heart that loves, and sings its own song. Moments where laughter lights the way, And peace that comes at close of day. Friendships that grow, and dreams that soar, Kindness given, and wanting more. Time with those who make hearts full, And the beauty found in the simple.
In moderation lies true grace, A mind that’s free, a boundless space. Tolerant like the sky so wide, Sunlight’s warmth on every side. Mountain firm and tree so mild, Bends with wind, yet undefiled. With no fixed goal, yet all in play, Welcomes life’s gifts day by day. Impossible is naught to he, Who lets go and finds liberty. Cares for all with tender might, A mother’s love, pure and bright.