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.
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