Let go, release control, and trust, Fixed plans dissolve like morning dust. Prohibit less, and virtue grows, Weapons down, and peace will show.
Subsidies gone, self-reliance will thrive, In freedom’s breath, true life arrives. She says: let go, and watch it bloom, Goodness, like grass, in nature’s room.
Silent sages hold the key, Those who speak, know not, you see. Close your mouth, senses dim, Sharpened edges, let them thin. Knots untangled, glare turned soft, Dust settled, lifted aloft.
This is the primal way, Soft and yielding, come what may. Unaffected by praise or blame, It gives, endures, remains the same.
