The Tao is an empty vessel; it is used, but never filled.
Oh, unfathomable source of ten thousand things!
Blunt the sharpness.
Untangle the knot.
Soften the glare.
Merge with dust.
Oh, hidden deep but ever present!
I do not know fro whence it comes.
It is the forefather of the gods.
Oh, unfathomable source of ten thousand things!
Blunt the sharpness.
Untangle the knot.
Soften the glare.
Merge with dust.
Oh, hidden deep but ever present!
I do not know fro whence it comes.
It is the forefather of the gods.
Tao Te Ching 4.
I will add that I am realizing that the bigger I want to be, the smaller I must become.